Wicked Awake by Merrill David

Author:Merrill David [David, Merrill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2020-03-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three You’re Dead to Me

“Southie”, Boston Massachusetts

“Wait. Vinny, it’s me.” Jake replied. The three goons retreated to the Torino as Vinny extended a hand down toward the downtrodden figure. Vinny grabbed Jake’s hand, assisting the newcomer to his feet. Jake paused, unsure whether the mafia lord recognized him. Vinny got a hand full of Jake’s collar, and pulled Jake’s face within an inch of his own mug.

Vinny then quietly spoke. “Dude, I saw the news story about you. They said you died in some escape attempt from a prison bus?! So, I thought you were dead! I should’a known they couldn’t have taken you out that easy.”

Jak e took a deep breath as he realized he wasn’t about to be executed.

Vinny laughed. “What? Did you think I was gonna blast ya? Now that’s funny! “ “Yeah. I didn’t know if you recognized me. Anyways, there’s a lot more to that story than

what the media told,” Jake explained. “Not to be rude, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to have my knives back...” Vinny led Jake onto the rickety old schooner filled with fishing nets, lobster traps, floatation devices, knives and tools. They sat down in a small back room that served as a makeshift office. This room was complete with a thirty-yearold schoolteacher’s desk and an office chair with a cracked seat and missing one of its four casters.

Vinny reached into a small refrigerator and removed a couple of Saint Pauli Girl beers. The old high school buddies reminisced about the good old days for a spell. Then Jake told the tale of how his life had completely derailed since “the birthday incident.”

Vinny explained that he was doing quite well with his own sports booking, loan financing, and “insurance” company. He said he was currently looking to hire someone trustworthy to be his personal driver and bodyguardbecause he had to “let the last guy go.” Jake didn’t ask for clarification whether that meant that he fired the last driver or threw him off a bridge.

Jake gladly accepted Vinny’s offer of employment. He was also offered a dusty junk -filled room on the boat as a place to crash. A worn-out blue leather sofa in the corner would serve nicely for sleeping on, and a folding chair and a kerosene lantern were sufficient to complete Jake’s new temporary living quarters.

Vinny manufactured two different forms of identification for ‘Sal’. The first was a Maine driver’s license and the second was a Social Security card. Jake was also given a black Beretta 92F 9mm handgun, a tool he would need in order to properly protect Vinny from the many disgruntled customers and business associates wishing to cause him irreversible harm.

Vinny threw a wad of cash at Jake. “Go get yourself some nice suits. You look like you live in a dumpster.”

Dallas, Texas. Year 1 month 3 ATBI (after the birthday incident)

Mack had been gone from work for several days now, on an extended leave of absence. He, Duy and Roscoe were on their pilgrimage to find Jake.

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