I didn't sleep well that night, all I could see was de-Angelos face flash in my mind. All I wanted was to see him bleed, just like my brother did.
Then I started thinking about the kids I killed. Did they really deserve to die? Sure they were punks who didn't care for anyone but themselves, they deserved an ass kicking but did they really deserve death?
But that didn't matter, they were the ones hurting Jessica, THEY were the ones who killed my wife and had the nerve to treat it like it was nothing. I was glad I killed them. I would of done it again if I had the chance to.
After I got dressed I made my way to my record book sitting on my countertop. I flipped through the pages until I found the letter A with a phone number written under it. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number. After a couple of rings a Latino voice answered the phone.
"Who is this?"
" it's Marcus Gourmly."
"Marcus? Long time no see bro!" He said "How have you been?"
"Not well A, listen I need some tools for Something. can you help me out?"
A understood what I was getting at. It was a way to avoid raising attention since the police could tap into our call.
"Of course bro, I'll meet you at Pacific ave in Jersey City."
"I know the place" I replied "I'll see you there."
I didn't actually know A by name. Like I said in his line of work, names are never exchanged. Keeps him from being ratted out on if one of his customers gets put in cuffs.
I hung up the phone and made my way to my car.
It was time to arm up.
YOU ARE READING
Phychosis
ActionAfter a deal goes south and leaves Marcus Gormleys brother James dead on the streets of Hoboken, Marcus sets out on a quest for vengeance while slowly going psychotic. Will he finally find closure? Or will he go off the deep end?
