Here's Chapter 33 everyone! It's a short one sadly, but the killing and shooting make up for it! Enjoy! :D
David was already doing sixty as he was on his way to the Wilcott Plaza. He was grumbling in frustration due to the fact that Johnny had him and his brother forced to do what he demanded.
Fucking prick wants me to clean up the shit he caused…what do I look like, a goddamn janitor? Let's just get this shit fucking done and over! David thought angrily as he weaved through the afternoon traffic. He stared at the two weapons and realized he needed some extra ammo.
"Fuck!" David yelled out. He made a hard turn, almost making a biker on a Zombie motorcycle pull away, shouting at him.
"What are you doin' asshole!" The biker shouted as he stuck his hand out, giving David the finger.
David glared at him as he pressed the button for the window on the passenger side to come down. Without batting an eye, David snatched the AK-74u, and fired off three rounds, hitting the biker in the thigh, shoulder, and right into his left eye. His eyes then shifted back on the road as he pressed the button, rolling the window up. He wasn't in the mood for anyone's bullshit today as he made a shortcut, heading towards the Ammu-Nation in the Red Light District.
Three minutes had passed as David threw the car into a one-eighty degree spin, parking the Sentinel perfectly into a handicap spot, while almost running into a couple on their '86 Faggio moped.
David quickly got out, slamming the car door behind him and power walked towards the entrance of the store. As soon as he had his hands on the door handle, he heard someone yelling at him.
"Hey dickhead! What the fuck man! You almost ran into me and my wife!"
David rolled his eyes, getting wound up again. "If you value the bones in your body, then it would be wise if you just leave me the fuck alone. I'm in a real bad mood."
"Like I give a flying fuck what kind of day you had! My wife and I demand a apology this instant! Or we'll call the cops on your out of control non-interventionist driving! That is if you want to even call it 'driving'!"
That does it…that fucking does it, David thought as he let go of the door hand and marched up to the red haired, freckle face man who was now crossing his arms. David saw that the wife was red haired and freckle faced, as well and had a angry expression on her face too.
"Well now bastard…let's hear it. And make it a good one."
David stared at him clenching his fist tightly for several seconds before finally letting them go. "Alright…I'm sorry."
"That's better."
"Sorry that I'm about to kick your ass for making me waste time," David said before clenching his fist quickly and, sending four hard punches into the ribs of the man.
The guy collapsed to the ground as spectators looked on and watched. He then felt another hit against his chest. Something popped as he felt the bile coming up.
"I told you, I was in a fucking bad mood, and you want me to apologize? You think I'm going to apologize to some prick that drives his wife around in a fucking moped! Are you fucking kidding me here! What kind of a man are you? I mean fuck, do you shave your face or your bikini line!" David screamed as he kicked him relentlessly in the stomach numerous times. Each kick was harder and more painful with each sentence.. "What part of 'I am in a bad fucking mood' isn't going through your thick skull? No, you want me to apologize. Well, fuck you, you little ginger snap. FUCK YOU AND THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU RODE ON!"
The redheaded driver threw up bile and blood as he clenched his sides, gasping and coughing. He rolled on his back, extending an arm out and mumbled, "P-please...no more…o-o-h God…no more…"
David stopped as he stared at the guy, and gave him one final hard kick in the face, breaking the moped driver's teeth in. As the driver spat out some of his loose teeth and sobbed like a little boy, David turned around and walked towards to the store, leaving a broken man crying out for his wife, while his wife stared in sheer horror to what David did.
Once he got inside, it was a bit crowded with several people buying guns, ammunition for all of their second-amendment needs. David walked past a heavily tattooed skinhead who was eying on a Pancor Jackhammer shotgun with a giggle on his face.
"Yeah, I can't wait, to try this out on some of those coons near my trailer…teach 'em to mess with my daughter," he cackled. "Only man that's gonna feel her up though the night is me! ME!"
Ladies and gentlemen, the poster boy for birth control, David said shaking his head with disgust, and continued walking by. He then walked past by a female wearing a short red mini-skirt and matching leather tube top, trying to make her decision on what type of bullets for her gun
"Hmm…hollow point, or Glaser safety slugs? I know these will make a bigger mess, but Glaser slugs are so expensive though. Either way, those boys will know the meaning of the phrase 'no means no' if they cross me," She said with a gleeful look on her face. "They even try to touch me or hug me without my permission, I'll make sure they get a half a clip of hot lead to the dick."
I feel sorry for the next man in her life…wonder if they sell bullet proof jock straps, he wondered as David saw the clerk up front.
It was the same girl David did business with the other night. She had on a fading blue tank top and matching pants. Her hair was done in a ponytail as she saw David and waved at him.
"Hey there! What are you in the mood for today?" she asked him gratefully.
I need two full magazines for an AK-47u, and a MP5/10 submachine gun. If at all possible, Glaser safety slugs.
"Well, you know those things won't do much if the target is body armored." She said sadly.
David sneered. "Who says I'm going to aim for the body?"
The clerk grinned. "I like how you think! Will that be all?"
"If it's possible, I'd some AET rounds as well." David requested.
"You know your ammo," she said sounding impressed. "We hardly sell them cause they are all in the back and nobody sees them."
Nodding, David placed cash on the register. "Well, if you can spare me a few mags, that would be great."
She collected the money and flashed a smile. "Not a problem."
After several minutes, the clerk came back, handing David three magazines for the MP5/10 and two for the AK-74u.
"Now I didn't know which kind of bullet to put to the mag, but I'll tell you this, the magazine's that have a green tape around it are the Glaser slugs, and the ones that have the purple tape are the AET rounds."
David nodded, as he left her a ten dollar tip, and jogged out of the store. "Thanks! I'll put them in good use!"
When David got out of the store he saw an the red haired wife tending to his husband as he sat there whimpering in pain still. He couldn't care less for them as he headed to his car. Unlocking the door, David quickly got inside, tossing the magazines on the passenger side of the car, along with the guns. He turned the engine on and threw the car in reverse.
As the Sentinel backed up it knocked down the Faggio down. The moped's mirrors cracked upon impact of hitting the ground. David looked behind him and saw the moped on the ground and now the wife was screaming at him.
"You bastard! How could you!" she yelled, fighting back her tears.
Hearing her loud and clear, David rolled down thee window and simply stated, "How could I? How could you be with a guy who drives a moped?" He then shifted the car into drive and stomped on the gas, leaving the parking lot, and headed back on the street.
David kept his eyes on the road, gripping the steering wheel with one hand so hard, the knuckles in his hand were turning white. He flipped the station searching for a song to listen to till the he got to V-Rock. The song '2 Minutes Till Midnight' by Iron Maiden was half way through, but he didn't care. It was good enough to listen to.
Johnny was down to his last clip as he ducked behind a '98 Moonbeam. He was in for it as a large group of Triads, were hunting him down, shooting at the cars, mall security, and anyone that was in the way.
"Come the fuck out Johnny!" One Triad yelled out.
"Yeah, we just want to have a little chat!" A second one said laughing as he at the tires of a green '92 Stallion.
Johnny peeked out and counted twenty-seven Triads. Each of them was carrying either a pistol, or a submachine gun. They were all low class Triads, each of them wearing various clothes but still wore their gang colors of blood red. They were easy to deal with but, in large numbers proved to be challenge. Only one stood out from the group wearing a blood red suit, and armed with a Ruger AC-556.
The weapon was painted with the same colors as his suit, including had the words 'unholy terror' engraved in Chinese across the barrel. The suited Triad, adjusted his sunglasses and he watched his subordinates enjoy their fun.
"Spread out! I want him alive gentlemen. Maimed, but alive!" The suited Triad ordered out loud.
The Triads nodded as they spread out, looking for him. One Triad saw a wounded security guard reaching for his .38 special but was instantly cut down by the bullets of a Colt 1911, killing the guard.
Oh shit…shit, shit, shit, shit SHIT! Where are you David? Johnny worried as he ran too another car and looked to see if they were close. They were almost there. "Any fucking time now," he muttered.
Picking up the pace, David pressed on the pedal heading towards downtown once again, executing a powerslide, narrowly missing a pedestrian. He was near the Wilcott Plaza and heard the gunshots growing louder as he got closer. Shutting off the radio, David pulled to a spot across from the parking lot of the plaza, and pulled out the AK-74u. Inserting the magazine that had AET rounds into the weapon, he smiled lightly. I better get paid a lot for this, David thought as he cocked the weapon while revving up the engine. His smile quickly faded as a serious glare came over his face, followed by throwing the gear shift into drive, and stomping on the gas pedal.
The Sentinel's engine roared, racing out of the spot and onto the street. Several cars stopped immediately as David get past them, nearly hitting one of them, an '86 Sentinel XS. David could care less, as he saw several of the Triads look and run out of the way. One of them wasn't so lucky as the Sentinel slammed into the thug.
The Triad felt his body felt limp and was flung up in the air, unable to scream to due to the sudden shock, causing all the air to rush out of his body at the moment of impact. The second he hit the ground, the Triad had fractured three of his fingers, broken three of his ribs, and a fractured his skull. He was alive, but barely as blood dribbled out of his mouth.
"Who the fuck is that?" One of the Triads yelled as he stared as the Sentinel pull off a turn and saw the man come out. Before he could say anything, a bullet tore into his chest, opening him up, and exposing his vitals for the rest of the gang to see.
"That fucker Johnny called for backup!" The red-suited Triad called out. "Kill him!"
Strapped with an AK-74u, David powerwalked towards them and opened fire. "He didn't call for backup prick, he called for a one-man-motherfuckin' army!" He didn't bothering getting into cover as the Triads pulled back, hiding behind cars, firing potshots every now and then, but missing David unsuccessfully.
One Triad, picked up a fallen comrade's weapon, and tried to shoot at David. The gangster was in a state of panic as he held both Glock 17 pistols, shooting away as if he had nothing to lose. Nine-millimeter bullets tore through glass windows, including the head of an innocent mother, who was shielding her kids.
"Stupid fuck! Can you at least try to aim?" David shouted as he pumped seven bullets into the Triad's body, causing the thug to spray blood on the street and die. His eyes shifted as he saw the red suited Triad ducking down. Guess you must be the leader of this miserable rag-tag set, he wondered. "Johnny! Get to the car now!"
Johnny nodded scrambling up to his feet and ran towards the Sentinel, and peeked out looking at David slaughtering each and every thug that remained.
"Come on you fuckin' pussies! I got plenty for everybody!" David yelled as he blew the kneecaps off a Triad. The thug dropped his Mac-11, hollering in frustration as the hit the ground faster than he could blink. Adding insult to injury, David grabbed him and stood behind him.
"Hey, let me go asshole!" The Triad cried out struggling to let go of David's clutch.
"Fat chance prick," David said as he brought up his other arm and fired off several rounds into the back of a retreating Triad, followed by a bullet to the brain, finishing him off. "Today's your lucky day to become a bullet sponge!"
"Noo! Guys help me!"
David clunked the pleading Triad against the head with his weapon. The hit to the Triad's head started to sting. As the Triad whimpered, David hit him a second time. "Quit whining! I barely tapped you!"
"But that shit hurt!" The sniveling thug cried out.
Killing two more Triads, David looked at the man he held captive. "Oh really?" he hit him once more in the head with the gun. "Does that hurt?" He then pointed the gun at the Triad's lower back and tapped the trigger, sending a white hot bullet into the man's kidney. "Or does that hurt?"
The Triad screamed as his body started to jerk from the incredible pain. He then felt two more bullets tear into his stomach as some of the Triads tried to kill David.
"Do me a favor, and compare the two while I deal with your friends. That is, if you don't fucking bleed to death!" David said maliciously as threw the guy onto the ground, and continued his assault. He glanced and saw several of them hiding behind the remains of a shot up red '08 Tursimo. "Why are you hiding for? Scared to die?" he yelled as he fired the remaining rounds at the wreckage.
The red suited Triad was hiding behind his crew as a few of the rounds went through the car and into three of the Triads, wounding them. He stared spellbound at how the hitman quickly reloaded and continued to shoot at them. Gritting his teeth, he ran towards an off white '92 Greenwood, hoping that the hitman didn't catch sight of him. He brought his gun up and saw Johnny hiding, while watching the firefight. He sneered as he began to creep slowly behind each and every car, hoping to surprise Johnny.
Up ahead, David fired off more AET rounds, maiming each and every Triad with sheer unforgiveness. "You wanna kill Johnny? Come through me motherfuckers! Come on!"
Behind the wrecked Turismo, several Triads were arguing while keeping their heads down, hoping not to catch a bullet.
"Fuck this shit! We don't get paid enough!"
"I agree! Let's get out of here!"
"What about the wounded?"
"Fuck 'em! They knew what they got themselves into!"
They all agreed as they started to get up and make a desperate attempt to make a run for it, but didn't make it far enough as David quickly got on one knee and tapped the trigger lightly, hitting each and everyone of them in the back of their head.
"No escape assholes! No. Fucking. Escape!" David yelled as he stood up. He began looking around for the remaining thugs. He continued walking slowly, pointing his submachine gun at the shot up supercar, waiting for anyone behind there to come out and make a break like the others before their demise. "Come on out…motherfuckers…I got a nice dose of death right here for you." David muttered. He then heard someone groaning in pain as one thug was on the ground, crawling on their belly.
The Triad looked up, drooling blood from the mouth, as he mumbled inarticulately due to a bullet that tore into his jaw. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he desperately tried to crawl away from the man who was seconds away from taking his life away from him.
"Guess you can say you're one with nature; crawling on the ground like the spineless worm you are," David said, almost in a monotone voice, as he brought up his weapon and pulled the trigger. The force of the bullets opened the dying thug's back up as he jerked around on the ground. He then turned around at the others who witnessed their friend dying and stared at them uncaringly. "Don't worry about a thing; you can join your buddy as well." He opened fire at them, killing all of them with the remaining bullets in his weapon.
Meanwhile Johnny snickered as he watched David ruthlessly kill the surviving Triads and went off looking for more to kill. He could hear sirens going off in the distance, letting him know that the police was on their way soon. He came out of cover glad to know he had someone else clean up his mess for him. "Where the fuck is that guy?" Johnny said to himself aloud, wondering where the Triad thug in the red suit was.
The second he turned around, Johnny face was met with an unexpected hit, as the force of the strike, knocked him back, slumping against the hood of the Sentinel. Johnny bit his lip, growling in frustration and in pain, while he slowly looked up and saw who it was.
"Finally…I got you." The red suited Triad said almost sounding excited, pressing the assault rifle against Johnny's abdomen. "You've given Han Lo a very hard time, and from what I hear, there's a bounty on your head."
"Yeah? How much" Johnny asked, wondering how much his life was worth.
"Eighty-grand…one-hundred fifty grand if I bring you in alive, but that doesn't matter to me. I'm going to personally enjoy killing you for what you did to my wife."
"Now, now Chin," Johnny said with his hands up defensively. "Dana told me she wasn't seeing you anymore! You should be kicking her ass, not mine! What can I say; the bitch preferred my cannoli over your egg roll!" Johnny snickered.
Chin gave Johnny a swift yet, strong backhand across his face. Johnny glared at him and tried to be brave by throwing a right hook, only to miss and felt Chin's knee, hit him directly against the stomach, almost causing Johnny to heave.
Johnny dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach, reeling in pain. He slowly lifted his head and smirked at Chin, as blood dribbled onto his white and green tracksuit. "What's the matter? Feeling offended? I mean come on, when was the last time your wife moaned like that? I bet it was probably when you finished before she did and went to bed."
Chin was in fact greatly offended as he punched Johnny square in the face hard. He had enough of Johnny and his bullshit, as he grabbed Johnny's collar and pressed the barrel of the AC-556 up against Johnny's chin.
"You know…you can have her back man. I'll even throw in some male enhancement pills if you let me go. It's real stuff! Made from the nuts of a Bengal tiger, a bull from Spain and a panda!" Johnny said sounding weak, as he spat a glob of blood and mucus onto the floor, and accidentally landed on Chin's brown alligator skin shoes. "Ok, I really didn't mean to do that…really. I was aiming for the ground!"
Chin was furious as he proceeded slapping the hell out of Johnny for his disrespect. "You don't know when to fucking quit do you!"
"Fuck man! It's made in China! You're fucking people made that shit…I was just trying to hook you up!" Johnny yelled, almost sounding hysterical. "I'll get you a case. One hundred percent pure, no side effects…well it might make put some bass in your voice, but that's a good thing right?"
"I don't need anything from you…just your life." Chin said as he grabbed Johnny by the collar once more and pinned him against the hood of the sedan. He had a look of delight in his face as brought up the assault rifle slowly aiming directly at Johnny's crotch, while backing up a bit. "I see pain in your future."
Johnny felt his legs shake as he stared at the weapon and then at Chin. He then saw a third figure standing right behind him. David was sneaking up behind the two, as he then grinned at Chin and shook his head.
Chin stared at him confused till he saw Johnny's eyes staring at someone. It didn't register for a few seconds, what he was smiling about, until it was too late.
David was right behind him, aiming his weapon directly at Chin's head. He then surprised him pressing the barrel of the AK-74u, causing Chin to jump and, drop his weapon, which then caused Johnny to get out of the way. "If you see pain in his future, then I see death in yours." He said as he pulled the trigger of the weapon three times
KRAK-KRAK-KRAK!
Three Glaser safety slugs escaped from the barrel of the weapon, and into Chin ripping a bloody chunk out of his head. Blood, brains and skull fragments, sprayed on the ground and up against the Sentinel's door and window, like an accident in a paint shop. Chin was killed instantly.
David stared at the body for a few seconds and then shifted his glance a Johnny. He stared at him, knowing that he owed him big for saving his life. Deep down, he wanted to see the Triads kill Johnny for the miserable prick he was, but it wouldn't get him his money.
Johnny dusted himself off and stared at David. "About time you showed up? The fuck were you? Out busy banging some broad?" he said snappishly.
"You're one to talk." David replied. "You fuck somebody else's girl, and come to find out she's married to some Triad thug." He rolled his eyes, as he opened the door to his car, tossing the weapon in the backseat.
"He wasn't some Triad thug…he's one of the few made men in the I-9 Triad's crew." Johnny said, sounding laid-back as he entered the passenger side.
David stared at him "A made man?"
"Yeah! But don't worry, cause I know for a fact that we'll take 'em on." Johnny cackled. He placed the MP5/10 on his lap as he shut the door.
David's head began to throb from hearing Johnny's annoying laugh. "You mean me. You're the one that's going to be instigating shit, and I gotta be the one to pull your ass out of the fire. It amazes me; you haven't been shot in the time I've worked for you."
A hot flash of anger hit Johnny as he pointed the ten-millimeter weapon at David's face. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"
As he turned on the engine to the car, David stared directly in his face, challenging him. "Did I fucking stutter? Why not form a truce with them, or be humble and back off from them that way, you don't get this shit? Oh wait, I fucking forgot, they're allied with the Yardies, making your situation and your fathers much grim than they need to be. You know, in other countries, you wouldn't even be alive for the shit you've caused."
Johnny's anger amplified as he stared angrily at him even more. "You cocky, motherfucker! Don't you ever in your fucking life, talk like that to me! Never! Never in your miserable fucking life, or I'll have you dead, your brother dead, and that fucking club of his burned to goddamn ground, along with your mother!"
"You leave my mother out of this," David said warning him.
Johnny ignored his warning and continued. "Don't you fucking tell me what to do, you stupid prick. I can have you snuffed by somebody who doesn't have shit David! You really think you're so special? You're nothing but a pawn in my book! A gunman, who can actually read, but still doesn't know when to fucking keep his fucking mouth shut!"
"And you're an asshole, who doesn't know when to quit! You're going to get yourself killed Johnny!" David shouted.
"I'll worry about what the fuck I gotta do, you on the other fucking hand, shut the fuck up and drive me to my apartment, before I tell your brother you had a run in with some friendly fire."
David shook his head in disgust as he started driving back. He felt fatigued and, irritated by Johnny's bullshit. He still remembered that he had to help out his brother manage the place later on during the night. He was going to need a nap after this was all said and done.
The Sentinel pulled out of the driveway, leaving the Triads dead, and many wounded witnessing the mayhem, and recording with their cell phones. David concentrated on the road ahead, and looking at his rear view mirror and, was glad to know that no cops were on his tail. He then took a detour and headed towards the automatic car wash near Taco Smell.
Johnny woke up from his short nap and saw that they weren't at his place. "What are we doing here?" he wondered.
"I got blood and brains on the side of my car, and I'd like to have it all cleaned up if you don't mind. Besides, we're at a taco shop. Get something to eat," David said reaching in his pockets for a five-dollar bill.
"Fine, but hurry up." Johnny said exiting out of the car and headed towards the store.
Yeah, and don't kill anyone or fuck anyone's wife while you're in there, David thought as he inserted five dollars into the machine. The machine beeped, followed by a blinking light telling him to have his windows rolled up. David did so, and slowly drove in waiting for his car to be washed. He turned on the radio to the jazz station as the song 'East Bay' by Boney James started. His phone started to ring again, and saw that it was his mom calling him. Being courteous, he picked it up.
"Hey mom, how are you doing?" David said with a small smile on his face.
"I'm doing pretty shitty, but that's life," Rosa huffed. "How about you? Do anything crazy since we talked?"
Let's see mom; I mouthed off to a made man, I'm currently dating the same made man's girlfriend even though he's cheating on her, I committed mass murder at a funeral, along with gunning down a bunch of Chinese gangsters and their made man all in one day. "Nope, nothing crazy going on lately," David lied.
"Son, when are you going to find yourself a nice girl huh?"
"I'm currently working on that mom...well sorta," David stated.
"The fuck do you mean 'well sorta'? What ever happened to that sweet Japanese girl you were dating?" Rosa wondered. "I mean, the two of you looked inseparable, even during." Rosa said smiling as she started walking back and forth in her room. "I remembered when you two were off to the prom, and your brother managed to get you a limo...probably stole it, but anyway, the two of you looked so adorable."
"Mom, that was a long time ago, besides she had to move with her family to Japan. It had to end mom." David said sounding upset.
"Still, she was a nice woman. Had straight A's, all her teeth, she even had a job working at that flower shop. She was a catch!" Rosa yelled.
One of the nurses walked in on her yelling, "Ms. DePalma, you mustn't shout. It's bad for your blood pressure."
Rosa took a glance at the nurse, and smiled. "Excuse me for just a moment son," she then set the phone down and marched towards the caregiver. "You're telling me what to do here? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to!"
Before the nurse could say anything in her defense, Rosa delivered a open handed slap in the woman's mouth, causing a tooth in the nurse's mouth to cut the inside of her cheek. The nurse felt her mouth bleeding and cried out in torment as Rosa punched her squarely in the stomach and again in the jaw.
"Fucking tell me not to shout, let's see you tell me not to, you fucking cunt! I'm on the phone talking to one of my sons, and you come at me with this shit? You stupid bitch, give me a reason I shouldn't stomp a mudhole in your ass!"
The nurse's eyes were wide as she looked around frantically for a way to get out. "I-I-m s-s-s-so-s-sorry!"
"You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY? You must be new here, cause otherwise you wouldn't be telling me what to do without getting your fucking teeth kicked in! Oh, quit your fucking crying, before I give you something to cry about!"
David heard the entire confrontation and was laughing his ass off. That's my mom! He thought as he chortled. He remembered one day when he was thirteen years old, a teenager who wore baggy jeans, a pager, and Daytona Billfish baseball jersey, had bumped into her, and knocked him down, without ever saying sorry to either one of them. Rosa snapped and decided to discipline him by grabbing the boy by the collar, and proceeded on whooping the child in front of a busy street for several minutes with a brush. As the boy screamed, Rosa screamed even louder cussing at the boy, telling him to have some manners, and to pull his pants up. A week later, when David was heading home from school, he saw the same guy from before, only now, he was carrying Rosa's groceries, and wearing a pair of pants that didn't sag at all. The guy was nice to him and his mother, not out of fear. But out of respect.
David's trip down memory lane was cut short, when he heard several gunshots go off from inside the taco shop. "Oh no...he wouldn't. Who am I kidding, of course he would!"
"What was that son?" Rosa said, sounding a bit calm.
More gunshots rang out as David panicked. "Something just came up, I'll call you later alright?"David said and hung up immediately. He exited out of the car wash and saw Johnny run out, with two large bags of food in one hand, and a wad of cash and his gun in the other. Rolling down the window, he shouted, "Do you have to go around, fucking my afternoon up?"
Johnny ignored him and ran towards the Sentinel, looking behind him and saw a small angry mob of co-workers. "Start the car and punch it!"
Shaking his head and feeling miffed, David did so, heading out of the parking lot, and back on the road, as the crowd threw stuff, missing but didn't care at all. He checked his rear view mirror and, saw that he was out of sight from them. He turned off the radio and demanded some answers.
"What was that? Just what in the fuck was that Johnny?" David said sounding steamed.
"What are you so worried for?" Johnny said, pocketing his pistol, and open his bag. He pulled out a taco and began to chow down. "Had a small difference of opinion over my order. Customer is always right."
David looked at him astounded over Johnny's foolishness. "Over your order? Jesus, you mean to tell me that you killed a clerk over your fucking order?"
"No...I killed the lady in the drive-thru, the shift leader, and the cook. The clerk got a broken nose, but only cause he slipped on some shake mix trying to get out of there." Johnny said sounding entertained. "Also came out of there with some cash. Not a lot, but I suppose every bit counts you know?"
While Johnny continued to eat his food, pleased with himself, David was beginning to feel nauseated from being in Johnny's presence. He couldn't wait to get paid when he dropped him off at his pad.
Johnny had a mouth-full of a chicken and steak stuffed burrito as he started to talk. "You hear from Lilly?"
David's left arm twitched when he asked him the question, but was glad Johnny was busy gorging on his food. "No I haven't. Why would I even have her number to begin with?"
Johnny swallowed his food and explained. "Well, shit I thought she would cause I haven't heard from her since last night. I was going to take the bitch out to eat, but she then she starts to get all emotional. I swear women like her get all pissed, cause you call 'em a bitch."
"Well, it's disrespectful for one thing," David said stating the obvious. "Second, maybe she just wants you to show that you care. Tell her you're sorry, maybe show some respect."
Johnny was about to take another bite until he heard that and laughed. "When the hell did you become Dr. Will?"
"I'm serious Johnny. Maybe she's getting tired of you always mistreating her. Any woman would. I mean, what do you expect for her to do?"
"I expect her to be thankful for the shit I do for the broad. Hell, if it wasn't for me, she would've been on the street, singing for nickles and dimes, and slurping cock to pay the rent. Women like that are easy to control, I'll buy her a pair of shoes she's wanted for weeks. That'll set her straight. You sure you didn't see her?"
David rolled his eyes. "No I didn't. Maybe she didn't want to be bothered , or she was busy."
"Busy doing what?" Johnny said sounding a bit riled up. "What is she so fucking busy doing? Herself? Please, she's got no friends, and she's always home, if she isn't at the Starlight Lounge or at my place getting reamed."
For a astounding world record of two minutes, David said mentally as he made a turn.
Johnny continued to rant. "Besides, where the fuck is she going to go and who is she going to end up with if she left me? There isn't a guy in this goddamn town, let alone in the southern east coast that could do the things I can do for that woman.
You sure about that Johnny? A woman can only take so much of somebody's bullshit, before she finally says to you she's had enough, David thought as he finally parked the car in front of the Glen Towers parking lot. He stopped the engine and looked at Johnny as he gathered his things and headed out of the car.
"I'll call you when I need you," Johnny said as he slammed the door.
David wasn't having any of it as he quickly unbuckled his seat-belt and, out of the car. "What about the money you owed me."
"What about it?" Johnny said as he looked at David over his shoulder.
"Well I expect to be paid for my services. I don't get by on respect and good looks you know," David said crossing his arms.
"Well you paid for it earlier with your fucking mouth, when you wanted to act all brave in front of me. So you get nothing. Now get the fuck out of here, before you piss me off for the umpteenth time." Johnny warned, as he started walking away from David.
David's fist clenched as he stared at Johnny walking away. He felt discomfited, and irritated as he kicked the tires on his car angrily. A few people walked by and saw him upset, but ignored him as they went along with their business, while David heaved a sigh and headed towards his car. Starting the engine, he threw the shift into drive, and drove off, heading to his safehouse he had in Brownstand.
The trip was a twenty-minute journey, but once he made it, he was feeling a little better. He parked the car inside the garage, and headed inside locking the door. The owner that gave him the place had left everything for David, minus food, clothes and a TV. David could care less about the stuff. As long as there was decent plumbing, and comfortable place to lay his head, he didn't mind at all.
Setting the alarm on his cell phone for eight-thirty, David laid his head down, thankful to get some rest in the meantime after all the hell he went through, wondering what the night was going to bring, and hope things would run smoothly at his brothers strip club.
Then again, maybe not, David scoffed as he started to sleep.
Now, the Daytona Billfish is a parody of the the baseball team the Florida Marlins. Also AET stands for accelerated energy transfer which can go through armor and through the body without slowing down as much as a regular round. Also I thought I'd not only include another type of bullet (the Glaser) but, even further increase the hostility between David and Johnny even further. Hope you guys enjoyed this latest chapter. Ideas or suggestions, don't be afraid to ask. Don't forget to reply, and stay turned for more! Have a good day! :)