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My phone goes off again.
Angel: If you are still at your house, you may want to get the fuck out now.
I rush out the door with a few bags of everything I’ll need for the next few days in my hands. The streets are empty and quiet. They won't be for long. When I'm out of my neighborhood, I spot a familiar black car. One I know for sure belongs to one of Miguel's men. I watch it turn onto my street through my rear view mirror. I don't slow down. It won't take long for them to figure out I'm not there. My phone vibrates again with a message.
Carlos: I guess you decided to take matters into your own hands and not stick with the plan.
Me: You and I both know I was never going to.
Carlos: So it's true? You have Mateo Juventino?
Me: Not yet I don't. You won't have to worry about that client of yours, since he will be dead soon.
Carlos: Don't do anything stupid.
Me: Define stupid.
He doesn't respond, and I turn into a place I know one of Santiago's main men likes to go. I don't bother hiding who I am when I walk into Enchanted, one of Santiago’s massage parlors. I point my gun at the woman behind the front counter. “Where is Martin Shaw?”
The woman's face pales, and she stutters her next words. “In one of the back rooms with one of my girls.”
“Take me to him. Is there anyone else around I should worry about?”
She shakes her head. “No, I'm the only one working the front today. The men who usually guard the door left for a cigarette break behind the building. They’ll be back soon.”
“How many?” I jab the gun into her back as she leads me down a long hallway.
“Two.”
“If you're lying, you will be the first one who gets a bullet in the head. Understand?”
She nods, pointing at the door. I open it quickly and shove her inside the room so hard she falls to the floor. She lands beside the massage table Martin Shaw is spread out on, receiving a blow job from a woman with long blonde hair. She stares up at me with widening eyes, stepping off the table with her hands up. Martin sits up in confusion. “What the hell…”
I cut off his words when I slam my gun into the side of his head. He sways back and forth and I hit him again. This time, hard enough to knock him out. I lift up his limp, heavy body and carry him to the front. The two other men still haven't come back. I hurry through the front door as fast as I can with the dead weight in my arms slowing me down. Making sure no one is around to witness my actions, I toss him in the trunk of my car.
Loud thuds come from my trunk when I pull in front of an old abandoned building. Martin is finally awake. This is the perfect place to get him to talk. He has to know where Santiago has Mateo.
I open the trunk, pointing my gun at him. “I would stop fighting if I were you and do exactly what you're told. That's if you wish to live.”
He spits in my direction. “Fuck you.”
“Tell me where he is.”
“Who?”
“You know who.”
He smirks. “Oh, you mean your little play thing? You don't need to worry about him anymore. If I were you, I would be getting as far away from here as possible. You're as good as dead standing here talking to me.”
“I'm going to ask nicely one more time. Where is he?”
He spits in my direction again. “Fuck you.”
I pull him out by his hair and drag his body along the hard gravel. He groans and thrashes against the ground. “I guess we have to do things the hard way, huh?”
I lift him onto his feet, sticking the gun into his lower back. “Walk.”
I push him toward the front door of the building, and it isn't until we get inside that he elbows me in the face trying to dodge out the door. I catch him by his arm, bending it back until I hear the sound of bones popping. “Fuck,” he screams and falls to the floor. “You fucking asshole. I won't tell you shit.”
