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A thirst for payback. A yearning for vengeance.
My entire body hummed with the desire to inflict suffering upon Emilio Ross and his minions as I washed my mouth out with cold water. For the first time in a very long time, I felt renewed, invincible.
I was hungry for blood.
The front door slammed shut. Sneakers squeaked on tile and I breathed out in relief. Guillermo. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and made my way out to the kitchen.
Guillermo was facing away from me, digging in the refrigerator when I saw him pause.
‘Did you go out tonight?’ he asked, his tone aiming for casual but hitting suspicious.
‘No,’ I replied honestly. ‘I’ve been here all night.’
He closed the refrigerator, Murphy’s Chinese in his hands. ‘I didn’t know these guys delivered,’ he said, slinging the rest of the lo mein into the microwave and hitting start. The thing lit up, heating the food as two eyes stared accusingly at me.
‘Murphy dropped it off,’ I said. ‘He must’ve heard about the plans for the club ride at your meeting. He was in here five minutes after you left.’
Guillermo nodded. We shared a mutual hatred of Murphy, something that had actually made me relieved in some small way to have Guillermo around, even in the early days.
‘What did he want?’ Guillermo asked, staring at the microwave as it counted down.
I shrugged. ‘What does he ever want?’
Guillermo nodded, taking the lo mein out of the microwave and placing it on the counter. He stood across from me, fork poised in the air above the steaming container.
‘He hurt you?’
I shook my head.
Guillermo stabbed his fork into the food. ‘We telling Dornan about this?’
I held his gaze. ‘Whatever you think.’
‘Is there anything I need to deal with?’
I shook my head. ‘Just the usual shit. You know what he’s like.’
The silence between us was thick, and it smelled like Chinese food.
‘If he comes back again, tell me,’ Guillermo said. ‘He needs to know his fucking place around here.’
I nodded.
‘Hey, Guillermo,’ I said, watching him eat. ‘Can I ask you something?’
He nodded, his dark eyes watching me in anticipation.
‘What did it feel like? When you decided to blow up that house?’
He stopped chewing, his eyes darting around the apartment as he swallowed audibly.
‘Why do you ask?’
I chewed on the inside of my lip. ‘I’ve wanted to ask you for years. Guess I finally feel like you won’t get mad at me if I do.’
He stared at me some more.
‘Forget it,’ I said, circling the counter and brushing past him to get to the vodka in the freezer. He turned, grabbing my arm and leaning in close to me.
