Page 52 of Blood Spilled
He looks at me, tilting his head. “What other friends?”
“There’s only two of you here. I could have sworn there were more earlier?”
“Must be outside with your boyfriend.”
He swallows hard realizing what he’d said. “Shit. They should have been back by now.”
“I suggest you go check then.”
He stares at the other man on the couch and then down at his phone seeming unsure.
“What’s the matter? You scared?”
“Why would I be scared of someone tied up and passed out in the shed?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
He slides his phone in his pocket and makes hand motions to the other man before heading toward the front door. When he pulls it open another man rushes inside, searching the house with anxious eyes. “Where is your mama?”
I shrug my shoulders, taking a bite of my sandwich. “Hopefully out back dead somewhere.”
The man’s face reddens with anger. “If she is, just know you’re next. Stay here with him. I don’t trust him.”
One man remains in the kitchen, while the other two exit the back patio door. “And then there was one,” I say in between bites.
The man’s eyes widen, and he points his gun at me. “What did you just say?”
“I’d be more focused on what’s behind you than me.”
The man turns around and I jab the knife in his back, dropping the rest of my sandwich on the counter.
“You fucker!” he shouts, turning toward me. I knock the gun out of his hand and grab him by the neck, yanking the knife out and bringing it to his carotid. A gush of blood pours down his back and he gasps as I press the knife tighter to his throat.
“What were you saying?” I slide it across his throat and let his body drop to the floor. “I guess nothing now.”
His hands reach for his bleeding neck and his body spasms against the ground. “Do me a favor and stay there, okay?” I turn around as his body becomes more still as he chokes on his own blood. “I mean it now, don’t move from there.”
I bend down and grab the gun from the floor and head to the basement. “Oh, where could you be, Mama? Marco …”
I put my hand to my ear as if to listen for a response I know I won’t get. “I said Marco.”
I hear light taps moving down the steps and I break open the basement door, flipping on the light switch. “Are you down here?”
Someone breathes loudly behind me and I laugh stepping out of the way as she comes at me from behind with an ax in her hands. She tumbles to the floor, and the ax falls beside her, and I kick it away, pointing the gun at her. “You never were quiet even when you needed to be. You were never meant for this world.”
Someone comes in through the back basement door. “Is everything okay in here ma’am?” one of the guards from earlier asks, his eyes going wide when they land on me.
“Everything is fine for me, but for you and my mother, not so much.” I point the gun at his head and pull the trigger before his next words can exit his mouth. The other guy comes running in from behind him and I take him down too. “Really, Mama, you need to hire some better men. You’re right, you really have come a long way from Father, haven’t you?”
“What do you want?”
I bend down and yank her up by her arm. Pulling her to her feet I press the gun to her back. “Take me to him.”
“This won't end well for you at the rate you're going.”
I smile wickedly as I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Oh, it will and the only way it will end for you is with your head being separated from your body.” I pull out my knife from under my sleeve, pressing it against the side of her neck. “Shall we start now, or are you going to take me to where he is?”
Her body stiffens and her fists clench at her sides. “You don't want to do this. You don't want him. You'll just get bored of him soon. You can always find a new one, someone better.”
