Thursday throw out.

So this happened. another small piece of a project I have floating around. I blame the ADD.


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Click


My body goes ridged as the cold steel of a handgun presses against the base of my skull.


“Move.”


A menacing voice growls just loud enough to make the hairs on my body stand at attention. Shuffling from the awkward twist my assailant has on my arm, I am not moving incredibly fast. Not to mention, I can see another masked thug standing near the open trunk of the sedan that passed me so suspiciously earlier. Nope, not going to make this any easier on them.


“Thought you could fucking hide from us didn’t you, you little pussy. We have men everywhere. Getting pulled over in this Podunk town was the last mistake you will ever make. Time to pay up, buttercup.”


If I hadn’t emptied my bladder just before I walked out here, I would have pissed myself on the spot. What. The. Actual. Fuck.  Is going on.


“Dude, I think you have the wrong guy.” I plead.


“Shut it, Adam. Who the fuck do you think you are? When you chose to run from the boss, you signed your own death certificate.”


Fuck not this again.


“Dude, you have got the wrong guy. You are looking for my brother. I am Andy, Adam is my twin brother.”


He huffs out a humorless laugh. “Likely story, dumbass, I saw that pretty little wife of yours when you were walking in. Colton will be happy to swoop in and take care of her when you are gone. The boss always gets what he wants.”


Just as he finishes we reach the uninviting stare of the masked man stationed next to the black sedan.  This guy is seething so bad he is shaking. I can tell he is crazy pissed because he is barring his teeth and practically growling at me. The arm twister shoves me hard one last time, nodding his head toward the trunk of the car. Just fucking great, I hate confined spaces.


Hoping I can still reason with them I oblige, not fighting in the least. Situating myself so I am as comfortable as possible I glance at out at my captors. The seether alone occupies the space in front of me.


“Fucking James.” He growls then swings the butt of his gun at my head.


I guess you really do see stars when you get your bell rung.


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