Page 57 of Shenanigans

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a brief glimpse of the SWAT team advancing on the motorhome. About friggin’ time. Now all I had to do was stall. “I need to adjust the seat.”

The barrel of El Muerte’s gun was jammed into my temple. “Drive.”

“But, I can’t reach the gas pedal,” I whined.

With a growl, El Muerte wrapped his hand around my throat. “Do you want to live?” He tightened his grip, choking off my air.

Funny little black spots danced in my vision.

The cage fighter roared, “Do you want to live?”

I managed to nod.

He released me. “Drive.”

I started the motorhome and noticed the guard dogs running toward the SWAT team.“Stop!”

They stopped.

“Sit. Stay.”

Tomas opened the door and yelled, “Sic ‘em.”

That was my line. I placed Tomas’s image in the pit bull’s head.“Attack.”

The mangy pit bulls charged Tomas.

“Stay! Stay!” The pendejo shouts turned to screams when the dogs trounced on him.

“Fuck!” El Muerte raised his gun.

Tinkerbell jumped out from under the console and latched onto his balls. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.

“What the fuck?” El Muerte fired off a round and blew a hole in the floor.

Lieutenant Wilson rushed out of the back room, kicked the gun out of El Muerte’s hand and punched him.

El Muerte staggered back with Tinkerbell still hanging from his crotch. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.

I scooped up his gun.“Tinkerbell let go.”

Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.

“Get the fuck off me,” El Muerte yelled, grabbing for Tinkerbell.

The Lieutenant hit him again.

Grrr. Grrr.

“The Lieutenant can’t fight with you in the way. Let go! Now!”

As Dutch stormed into the motorhome, Tinkerbell scampered over to me. Arf. Arf.

“Yes, you were very brave.”I watched as the Lieutenant and Dutch pounded the hell out of El Muerte.

The cage fighter broke free and whipped out a knife.

I shot it out of his hand. “Do you want to live?”

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