Save Me #1

47| Downfall

"It just keeps getting better and better!" Franco remarks with an evil grin on his face. "Did you come to say goodbye to your poker buddies, or what? Or do you want to help me smashing this loser's body?"

With Igor pressing me tightly against his chest, I am not able to get a glimpse at the person which just appeared, but as soon as a deep and throaty laughter rings out, I don't need to see who's standing in the door frame. I've heard this laughter several times before.

"Actually, I came to say goodbye to you, my friend!" Caleb's sneery voice echoes through the lounge. "You stupid fucker were so busy and distracted with plotting your dumb revenge plans against this guy that you missed having a proper back-up."

Franco narrows his eyes and menacingly trains his baseball bat on his opposite.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks in a deep voice. "I thought you were on my side?"

Again, Caleb laughs coldly. "Well, you figured wrong. I'm waiting for this day for so fucking long, you have no idea how long. For nearly a year now, I'm planning my revenge against you for blowing up my warehouse, but Terrence got wind of my plans and blackmailed me into being his fucking lapdog!"

Franco slowly walks backwards and now Caleb appears in my sight. He has his gun aimed directly at Franco's chest and draws nearer to him with very slow steps.

"But then his little brother came and killed him. This was my chance to get my well-deserved revenge. I knew you would hate him for killing that bastard and that your vindictiveness would make you blind!"

"Vladimir, shoot him!" Franco orders without taking his eyes from his opposite.

Vladimir who has his gun aimed at Caleb the whole time chuckles deeply and steps closer to Caleb.

"I'm waiting! Blow his fucking brain out!" Franco's voice cracks as he's roaring at Vladimir.

"Oh, Franco. I honestly didn't think it would be that easy to trick you," Caleb states with a smug grin on his face. "You were so blinded by your hatred that you didn't even notice that I'd planted several of my men in your ranks!"

My pounding head barely can't keep up with what's happening in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Zach's passed out again. His head hangs down and his arms are lying limply on each side of his body. My head snaps around as Franco's voice booms through the room once again.

"Vladimir! I'm warning you. Either you shoot that motherfucker now, or I'll shoot you!"

Now it's Igor, who chuckles behind me.

"You still don't get it, right?" Caleb asks in both, disbelief and amusement. "You, the big and invincible Francesco, are a lot dumber than I thought. These two don't work for you. They are old friends of mine!"

For a second, a hint of panic rushes over Franco's face, but he quickly gets back the control and laughs uproariously.

"You think I'm dumb? Alright, then go ahead, kill me. You won't make it out of this house alive then!" he challenges him triumphantly.

"Don't worry about me, old friend. I already took care of all your minions. Let's say some of your men were quite happy to quit their job in exchange for a little extra money and the others were unluckily not in the position to negotiate. I'll make sure to arrange a proper funeral for them!" Caleb counters with a sardonic grin. "Maybe, if you hadn't sent so many of your people to observe that loser of my cousin, Jack, and that waitress, then it would have been harder for me to get to you, but like that it was an easy game for me!"

Franco huffs and he flares his nostrils. "That useless piece of shit. He wasn't even able to accomplish that baby task to plant those drugs on that bitch without leaving several of his own fucking fingerprints on it."