On The Other Side

Chapter 38 - Surrender

PABLO
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I'm pissed because as soon as I shot the guy and pulled George into this room, the rest of those fuckers working for me scrambled like eggs.

I guess they're scared I'll shoot them too.

Normally when a gun is fired, someone calls the cops. Which means they're probably on their way here right now.

I'm disappointed this isn't going down how I had planned. I shoot one guy and the rest of them just give up on their fucking duties and scram?

That means Nick is no longer being detained by them. Which means that he's about to come beating on this door.

I'm running out of options. I think the only option I really have left is to shoot Clay in his goddamn smug face.

It's kinda sad that I'm left with one option and I have only a minute or so to follow through with it.

"Pablo?"

It's Sapnap.

Even though I really fucking hate Nick for helping Clay and George escape, I will forever be grateful for him and his dad.

He's like coke, everybody likes coke. But everyone knows cocaine is one of the most widely impersonated drugs there is. A whole hell of a lot of imposters. Drug dealers selling crushed-up aspirin on street corners to half-dead crack addicts who can't even tell the difference.

Actually, Sapnap isn't cocaine. He's a bottle of fucking Advil, crushed up and poured into a baggie.

"Pablo, open the door!" Sapnap yells.

I reach behind me and make sure the door is locked. "Where did everyone go?" I yell to him "It's quiet out there!"

"Open the door so we can talk!" He's right on the other side of the door now.

Nick is my favorite out of all the guys that worked for me and that's the only reason he's still alive. He was my left hand.

I laugh and repeat myself "Where is everyone, Nick?"

"They left. They got paranoid and left."

Of course, they did. Fucking assholes.

I look over at George. He's sitting at the head of the bed, his knees pulled up to his chest. He's watching me, wide-eyed.

Clay is watching me too. It doesn't matter where I'm standing or what I'm doing, his eyes are always fucking on me and it's pissing me off.

I tilt my head until my mouth is close to the crack in the door. "Why are you still here, Sapnap?"

He isn't so quick to respond this time. After a pause, he says "I'm here because my friends are in there. Let them go, Pablo."

I step against the wall and reach down to make sure that the door is locked.

Clay is looking at me like I've lost my mind.

"You got a problem?" I ask.

He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak. Finally.

"There's medication that can help you."

Medication?

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Clay glances at George and then back at me. I want to rip his fucking eyes out and swallow them like pills.