THUGLIT Issue Five by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thuglit Publishing
Published: 2013-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

Three hours later and completely spent, they reconvened at the room.

Rip and Jimmy had negotiated, wheedled and stolen some weapons. The Flore boys found out that Duck and Kiki lived in a little house in a neighborhood not too far away, and it was set.

"I’ll hold the gun on the girl, you guys get the cash and tie up this Duck dude. I’ll deal with the lady. Ladies love me."

They had one stop to make, Jimmy ran into a 24-hour drug store and stole gloves and duct tape. They rolled back to the strip club and waited. Rip tossed the ski masks in a fit of tweaker upset when he thought he saw fleas on them.

In the car they carefully divided up the remains of their dope; Jimmy and the Flore boys snorted their shit, Rip decided it was an occasion and pulled out his works from the glove box.

Jimmy squirmed, whining again. "Oh man, come on. Don’t do that in here. Shit scares me. Fucking junkies do that."

Holding a length of random wire picked up off the floor, Rip snarled at him around his clenched teeth and the wire while he tied off. "Shut the fuck up. It’s my shit, it’s my arm, I do it the way I wanna do it."

He coughed a few times when it hit and grinned, showing his crumbling teeth.

Jimmy pouted, the Flore brothers whispered to each other, giggling together over some private creepy twin thing.

"There they are."

Rip was good. He was alert and used everything he’d learned watching cop dramas on TV to follow the caddy back to the quaint little bungalow-style house. He pulled up a half-block away and they watched Duck lift Kiki off of the sidewalk and carry her into the house.

Jittering, they waited an excruciating twenty minutes. They saw lights come on and off, they watched them moving around behind the big picture window.

"You ready for this?"

Rip was rocking in his seat, getting himself good and worked up to get mean, the pistol in his hand. Jimmy lifted his rusty hunting knife. The Flore boys held up the duct tape. The gloves and switchblades lay forgotten at Jimmy’s feet.

The Flore boys were bouncing up and down, chanting: "Let’s do this, let’s do this."

Inside the house, Kiki got in the shower—and as was their habit, Duck checked on his birds, fed the cat and laid in bed to count out her cash.

The boys had assumed the common sense things. There was lots of cash in the house, it was a good time to hit them coming from what looked like a good night at the titty bar, it looked good to go. Two fat chickens ready for plucking.

What they didn’t count on was what everyone else in the neighborhood knew.

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