Phychosis

Chapter 7

I woke up from my unrestful nights sleep. It's hard to sleep when all you see is your worst nightmare flashing before your eyes over and over again.
I walked from the bedroom into the kitchen. I still had my pants and shoes on, but my shirt was still off revealing my wrapped shoulders.
I opened up the fridge and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from last night. Only a little bit at the bottom of the bottle remained. I went ahead and finished off the bottle before throwing away the glass bottle.
I knew I needed to start tracking down my loan shark so I logged on to the laptop to try and see if I could some info on my guy.
I looked up the More wealthy people in the Hoboken area. I scrolled through the pictures and saw nothing.
So then I tried raising the search to the whole state of New York. It took a while because there is a fair amount of wealthy people in the state of New York, but I found the photo of  him.
One look of the picture and my mind flashed back to that lot in Hoboken. That was him, not a doubt in my mind.
  There wasn't much but I at least had a name. Michael de-angelo. Yep that was him all right, I could tell from the photo the website showed. My mind flashed back to when he took my brothers life,. I gritted my teeth in rage. I know who you are now motherfucker.
He must've had someone keeping his reputation in check, Because he wasn't even considered a criminal on the info I found of him. He was only known as "wealthy businessman." I wasn't surprised one bit. Guys like de-angelo were good at covering their criminal tracks.
Now that I had a name, and I had an idea of how I could get some more info on de-Angelo.
   I walked back to my closet and put on a shirt, putting my shoulder holster over it. Then went to where I left my Jacket the night before and tried to clean the blood on the outside off of with a wet rag. Once it was clean enough, I put it on over my shoulder holster and shirt. The dried blood on the inside wasn't going to hurt anything. You could still notice the holes in it but at least it didn't look like I spilled red wine down the front of it.
I walked out the front door. James's car was still there. I was not about to drive that thing again, I would of ratered to drive a Prius. At least a Prius will start when you turn the key.
I opened up the roll up door to my garage. "It's good to see you again old friend" I said to myself.
In the garage was my fathers old 69 mustang that's been in storage for years. But now It was time to release the beast.
I got into the beauty of a car and started up. The engine roared like a caged animal. I shifted it into first and drove out of the garage, making a sharp right at the road right in front of me.
I shifted again and hit the gas, I could hear the tires burn behind me.
I was back in action.