Moonlight Breaks Bad by Vincent Zandri

Author:Vincent Zandri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vincent Zandri
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

12.

Breathing.

Deep breaths to keep myself from passing out. I need to keep my wits about me. Stay calm. It’s exactly what the Mexican man is not doing. He’s pressed up hard against the far door as if he can somehow squeeze right through it. I can also see there’s no door handle. It’s been removed so people like me and the Mexican man can’t bail at the first chance we get should the car suddenly slow to a crawl.

As we motor across the long bridge, his cries turn to sobs.

“Let me go,” he begs. “Let me go, mis captores. I have a wife and children. I have grandchildren. Let me go.”

“Let the poor guy go,” I say. “This isn’t about him. It’s about me. Let him go you fucking pigs.”

Spike Hair Anthony turns quick like I’ve just shoved my finger through the hole in his face. He points his gun at my head. “Are you begging for me to put another bullet in that brain of yours?”

“Fuck you,” I snap back. Then, shifting myself in the back seat, I raise up my right leg and start kicking at the door with my booted foot. “Fuck you, pal. But go ahead and kill me. Kill Lola. Kill us both. But don’t murder this old man just because he’s a witness to your sad shit.”

I keep on kicking.

Anthony triggers a round that blows a hole in the rear windshield. The Mexican man’s sobs turn into wails. Glancing at his lap, I can see he’s peeing himself, the wet spot growing wider and wider with every passing second.

Straightening myself up on the seat, I catch sight of Vincent’s red eyes in the rearview. They’re rapidly shifting from the road to Sobbing Mexican Man to the road and back again. I can see the blood rushing to Vincent’s face. He’s not liking the situation.

With his gun still pointed at me, Spike Hair Anthony turns to Vincent.

“Let’s dump the wetback. He’s making my headache worse.”

Vincent doesn’t say a word. He just quickly shifts the wheel to the right, cutting a van off, its driver slamming on his brakes while lying on the horn. When the Lincoln comes to a screeching stop in the far right lane of the bridge, Vincent throws open the door, gets out. He comes around the opposite side of the car, opens the back door, grabs hold of the Mexican man by his overall collar, yanks him out. The Mexican screams as his work-booted feet drag along the concrete bridge bed. That is until Vincent grabs hold of the little man’s shirt collar while also grabbing hold of his leather belt. He hefts him over the side of the bridge like a basket of rotten tomatoes.

Even from the back seat of the Lincoln, I can hear the old man screaming as he tumbles to the river below.

Holy fuck ...

Drivers pound their horns, some going heavy on the brakes, tires screeching. Some elect to hit the gas, burn rubber, exit the scene as rapidly and anonymously as possible.

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