You Only Live Once by Haris Orkin

Author:Haris Orkin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imajin Books
Published: 2020-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

The tall wrought iron gates of Goolardo’s Alcazar opened and a convertible Humvee trundled out. The driver had wide shoulders and no-neck and a bald head the size of a basketball. It was stubbly and lumpy and his ears were an angry red. The killer riding shotgun was even uglier, thought Dulcie. His greasy black hair was tied back in a ponytail and his beard looked ratty and thick. A vicious scar puckered the left side of his face.

Dulcie tried to move, but her hands were bound tightly behind her with rough twine. Sancho sat on her left, hands tied, squinting into the dust and wind. He looked angry. He looked bitter. He looked like a ten-year-old trying not to cry. Flynn sat on Dulcie’s right. He, too, was tied up, not that it mattered. He was a sad, sorry, shrunken husk of his former self.

Mendoza occupied the seat right behind them. If Dulcie turned, she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He looked serene and relaxed. A Mac-10 machine gun was cradled in his lap.

The killer with the ponytail turned around and smiled at Dulcie. Quite a few of his teeth were gold and the puckered scar twisted his smile off-kilter. His grin lit a fire inside of her. “What the fuck you looking at?”

The killer laughed and shouted to the driver. “Es una puta muy guapa!”

The driver grinned and nodded. “Tiene un chichis muy grande!”

They both cracked up. Dulcie wanted to kill them both. Cut their throats. Bash their heads in with a baseball bat. But she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t even move. The anger turned into tears.

Sancho saw the tears on Dulcie’s face and it pissed him off. “Hey! Come on!” he shouted at the thugs. “Have some fucking respect!”

The killer with the scar turned and smiled, savagely back-handing him. He wore a huge gold ring and it split Sancho’s lip. Blood spurted out and ran down his chin. Sancho didn’t react with fear, but with fury. He licked his fat lip and smiled at the killer with bloody teeth. “Why don’t you untie me and try that?”

“What’s the matter, little man?” asked the thug. “You don’t like being bitch slapped?” The driver laughed at that and shook his big ugly head. “You wanna bitch slap me back? Is that it?” He drew a huge combat knife from a sheath, and turned around, kneeling on his seat. He held the tip of the blade to Sancho’s throat. The Humvee hit a rut and the tip punctured his skin. Sancho leaned back to get away from the blade, but there was nowhere to go.

“Leave him alone!” Dulcie shouted. The thug struck her in the face with the hilt of his knife, breaking the skin on her cheek. He then put the knife point inches from Sancho’s left eye. The blade ominously jumped around as the Humvee bounced down the dirt road.

“You’ll have your chance to be a hero, chilito, as soon as we get to where we’re going to dump your body.

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