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With his pistol in his hand, the others with their rifles pointed at the door, he pulled the door open wide and brought the gun up under the chin of the man standing in front of him.
Gino froze, his eyes wide as the men behind him backed up a step.
“Hello, fellas. Any reason why you’re pounding on my fucking door at 0400?” asked Red.
“We’re looking for a girl that your buddy left the club with tonight. Marissa is her name and according to the license plate, your buddy’s name is Joey Dougall.”
“Never heard of him,” said Bullett. “That license plate is mine. Bought the truck from a guy that deployed a month ago.”
Giamanco’s men stared at one another, unsure of whether to believe the man or not.
“You’re in the Army?” asked Tony.
“Army? Yeah, you might say that,” said Bo. “We’re Army Rangers.”
Now the men understood. They were a different breed, a different caliber of soldier. They might outnumber these three men but their skills couldn’t be matched.
“Where’s the girl?” asked Tony.
“Told you, mister, ain’t no woman here,” said Red.
“You guys are hiding something and we’ll find out. When we do, you’re not gonna like what will happen to you,” said Tony. “We want the fucking girl. She owes us money.”
“Sounds like your problem, not ours. Now, get off my doorstep or I call the MP’s, the locals, and the state police. After that, I’ll be calling the feds,” said Bullett.
Tony stared at the three men, then looked back at his own men. He nodded several times, then backed up.
“Fine. We’ll leave. For now. But when we find your friend and the girl, you’re all dead.”
“You’ll forgive me if I’m not scared,” smirked Bo. “I mean, that was a great act and all. VerySopranoslike, but it didn’t have the juice it needed.”
“You got a smart fucking mouth, kid,” said the older man.
“Kid? Dude, I’ve seen more shit in my lifetime than you could possibly imagine. I’m not a kid and don’t make the mistake of thinking of me as one. See, I know a million ways to kill you and your little cheer squad and hide the bodies. I suspect you boys know a bit about that as well. But I’ve got an entire fucking Army backing me. Literally.”
Tony was literally chewing on the inside of his mouth afraid of what he might say or do.
“Boss wants us back at the house,” said one of the men. Bo smirked at them, waving them backwards with his fingers.
“Run along, now. You don’t want to be late. Boss might get upset and dock your pay.”
“Fuck off,” said Tony. “Let’s go.”
They watched as the men pulled out in the very stereotypical black sedans.
“They sent seven guys to get one girl,” said Bo. “They want her for more than the money.” The others frowned, waiting and watching.
“Now what?” asked Red.
“Now, we wait and see if Joey needs us. I’m with you guys, something is fucked up.”
The sun was coming up over the ridge and Joey desperately needed coffee but first he needed to get some clothes for Marissa. He turned to look at her sleeping form, noticing the long, bare legs stretched out on the seat. Her blonde hair covered her face and his body reacted.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
She stirred beside him, slowly sitting up. At first, she said nothing just looking around at the scenery. When she turned to see his face, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Don’t hate me, Joey. I couldn’t take it if you hated me.”
