Lay it on the Line : The Good Samaritan book two

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Chapter 14

Dallas Texas

Nate walked cautiously into the crowded nightclub. The smell of booze and sweat filled the air as laser lights and glow sticks lit the dance floor. The music vibrated the air and floor as he walked down into the middle of the building. The dance floor had thousands of sweaty bodies dancing together, grinding, and laughing without a care in the world. Young men and women packed in the small warehouse having a good time while the DJ dropped beats from his podium. Nate carved his way through the crowd, pushing people out of his way. The soldier needed to get to the other side of the warehouse-type building. Nate hated being in these crowds, but he was there obtaining information. As he passed, one girl tried to dance on him. The bull stopped and gave her a look of disgust. He raised his brow and he pushed her off. The girl was so drunk she fell backwards flinging her solo cup all over the place. Nate could hear other people scream at the girl's clumsiness. Nate couldn't even understand what people got out of getting wasted and hanging out with sweaty strangers, a good time for him would be a quiet evening cleaning his guns.

Nate stopped and seen his target up ahead. The man was on the thin side of Mexican descent. His black hair was a bit on the long side and he kept pushing it back out his face. The look of him, Nate could tell he was one of those womanizers who thought they were God's gift to women. The girl on the floor by Nate started laughing at him. He looked down at her and shook his head as he walked off. The young man laughed with the bouncer as he walked towards the exit door. Combing back his hair out his face while checking out a couple of girls as they passed, the bouncer shook his head and walked to the bar leaving the young man unattended. The cool cat smirked as he went to walk out the back for a smoke. Before closing the door, the male noticed Nate in the crowd. He cursed to himself as he closed the door behind him quickly. The young man stepped to the side of the door and reached in his jacket. Pulling out his Beretta, the man loaded it as he was waiting for Nate by the door. His nerves got the best of him as he started to sweat and bounce up and down.

Nate reached the exit door quickly. The soldier glanced to the bar to make sure the bouncer was busy and would not intervene. Now was his chance to go after the creep and beat the info out of him. Nate turned the handle slowly walking outside. He held the door as he stepped out into the humid night air. The alleyway between the two buildings was rather large with one light lit. The orange glow lit the garbage bin and part of the alley way, the rest was pitch black. Nate looked around taking in the surroundings. Suddenly the man raised his gun to Nate's back. Nate stopped for a minute with his hands raised.

"That's right mother...you..." but before he could finish his sentence, Nate grabbed the man's arm. The two began to wrestle a bit for control of the gun. The young man got the upper hand and started to raise the gun up to Nate's face. Nate struggled as he reached and flipped the safety off on the gun. The man tried to fire but the gun was useless. Nate elbowed the man in the face and tripped him with his leg with one fluid motion. As the young man fell, Nate grabbed the gun from his hands. The young man hit the ground with a thud and hollered in pain. He crawled to the other side of the alley way, crying and pleading for his life.

The sound of his scraping body and his pleas aggravated Nate. Nate took the safety off and held the gun straight. Nate followed slowly as the young man scooted on his butt across the alleyway. He finally hit the wall and turned his head to look at the bricks, nowhere else left to crawl. The man looked up at Nate whining, his pitiful face running with blood and tears.

"Please, don't" he said sobbing looking up at Nate. Nate pointed the gun at him and watched as the man closed his eyes calling for his mom and other things in Spanish.

"Marina must be desperate hiring you to come after me?" Nate shook his head at the crying man before him, his hands covering his face like that was going to stop a bullet. Nate held the gun out, close to the man's head, the metal was sweating in his hand as he steadied it, his finger inched closer to the trigger squeezing it a bit. This was nothing new for Nate. Killing was his job he was so use to this action, he grew a bit cold hearted and withdrawn from humanity.