DragonFruit

Chapter 9

Several days later I got a call from Bruce saying that Bolvi bought the strip club. What he didn't know was that the Black Diamond Brotherhood made their headquarters there. That was an insult to them. 

I got in my car and drove by there. BDB gang members were standing on the other side of the street looking angry. No one owned the place, the bank didn't do anything with it, they were afraid of the gang. A gang member recognized me and I pulled up to him. He was tall skinny person with a gold chain and several tattoos.

"Aye, you knew Kevin didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes, I did. Someone bought his place?" I pointed over to the club.

"That was our place, we fixed it up for the boss. We were going to keep it that way, and dedicate the place to him."

"I know who bought the place. Bolvi," He stepped back in shock then stepped back forward.

"We gonna clap his ass when we see him."

"Better yet, I know where he lives. I did work for him in the past."

"Do right by Kevin, give us his address."

"Get some men ready tonight, I'll come back with a truck, I'll take you there. I want vengeance too. Tonight at nine here. Bring a lot of guns." I drove off and texted Bruce.

Me: They're going to raid Bolvi's house. get her out by 8:30. Tell her I don't need anything else

Bruce didn't respond to my text. And I didn't have a truck. But I knew who did. I called Lyndon.

"Irish! What's up?" he said.

"Hey, um, I know it's late but I need an unmarked truck.

"I got one, what do you need it for?"

"To raid a house..."

"I thought you went back to retirement? Alright I got one, do me a favor, destroy it after you use it."

"Consider it done. I need it now."

"I'll make that happen. But wait Irish..." he said.

I sat down in my chair and turned on the TV. "Yeah?"

"I need your help. Listen, I got to go. I'm gonna send you the truck now. Once this is over. Stop by my office tomorrow. I need your help." he said. The call ended and I waited for the truck. 

I closed my eyes to relax but a familiar voice was calling my name. "Irish..." it was a female's voice. "Irisshh..." I thought I had gotten rid of her.

"Becky." I said sharply. She stood in front of the TV. He arms were folded, her hair was perfect, and for some reason, the room smelled like roses. I sat up and turned off the TV. "No.I'm done." In silence I wrote a note 

Park car in driveway. Leave keys on mat. I'll be back shortly.

I got in my car and drove off. With Becky still with me. I didn't say a single word to her. The radio was on with the volume extremely loud. Becky was annoyed that I wouldn't listen to her so she made even more noise. Cars were honking at me as I sped through the streets of LA trying to reach the one destination I need to go to. When all of a sudden, my car flipped. I felt the impact of a truck hitting me from the side and flipping my car. Part of me wanted to die. Part of me felt bad for Becky. But to be as I am, Becky needed to die. 

Time seemed to be moving very slowly. I was upside down in the air. The bass of the music shook the car and the person singing was singing very slowly. The world was upside down. To my right was Becky laughing at me and enjoying what she was doing to me. This couldn't go on. My only instinct was to react. I quickly pulled out my gun and pointed it at Becky. She looked horrified when she saw it. Very slowly she was mouthing the words "no" and shaking her head. I couldn't hear her. I just felt the vibration on the bass as the words tuned out. I pulled the trigger. Where the bullet, went I don't know. Becky was gone. The image of her shattered like glass. I put the gun away and looked around. Time was speeding up. The words of the song came back, the bass sped up. Then I felt the wheels hit the ground hard as I jerked around in the car. I slid into a wall. The truck kept coming at me. There was no stopping it. Time slowed down again. I could see that the driver was wearing a black mask. That was when I realized this wasn't just an accident. I pulled out my gun as the time continued to slow down. I fired twice hitting the driver in the chest and the head. The only way out was through the front. Click! The seat belt flew off of me, and I jumped through the window with my gun in hand. I slid on the hood of my car and rolled down into the pile of glass below. Time was speeding up again. I put the gun away and got up to run. As I was running away time caught up to me. The truck slammed into my car the Lamborghini, wrecking it. I stopped and watched as an attempt on my life just failed. I scanned the crowd. Everyone looked normal except the man behind me, he was breathing down my neck. I turned to face him. He was about as tall as me. He had a beard and wore dark shades. I was breathing hard, and so was he. The only distinguishable thing about him was the scar on his nose. It looked familiar. Someone turned me around to ask if I was okay. I turned back to look at the man but he was gone. 

"Sir, are you okay?" a woman asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I said. I scanned the crowd again, no sign of that man. Who ever tried my life was going to die.