book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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046 don't insult the twinkie... ever
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Adeafening gunshot rang through the air.
Bianca was sure she was dead. But her knees didn't buckle and when her eyes fluttered open, everyone stood exactlywhere they were.
"Alright- alright!" Barracuda Mike snapped, lurching forward but hesitating when Barry shifted the gun to him. By then, his henchmen also had their rifles aimed at Barry, "Stand down."
Bianca's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. The air was suffocatingly thick as her eyes followed the barrel of the gun to the ugly wallpaper behind her where smoke billowed from a small bullet hole. Her gaze fell to the shell which rolled to a stop by her shoes.
Hold on... Did Barracuda Mike just defend her? Did she inhale second-hand smoke from the car? Was she tripping? Because there was no way, this man cared whether she lived or died.
Then, Barracuda Mike did the last thing Bianca would ever expect him to do.
"Put the gun down, Barry," He grumbled out. "Leave the kid out of this."
Alright, that confirmed it. Bianca was dead. She had to be dead.
The older man's eyes briefly flickered to her and did a once over, as if to check whether she was unharmed. It clicked for Bianca then, that Barracuda Mike needed out of this place just as much as the Pogues did.
Here he was, stuck cleaning up other people's messes, collecting debt. It was only a matter of time before the cops shut down his little drug smuggling operation. El Dorado and the gold JJ offered him was his one-way ticket out of this dumpster fire of a town.
But the gold came with a condition. Bianca's safety. Had Barracuda Mike returned with a body rather than the girl, he would've had to kiss his ticket goodbye. The realization made Bianca stand a little taller.
"You got what you wanted- I said put the gun down!" Barracuda Mike bellowed, deep and authoritative.
But Barry knew he had the upper hand, "Nah, nah, nah- that ain't happenin'," He shifted on his feet. "The second I put this thing away, you slimy fucks are gonna double cross me- I know how this works, Mike."
