Page 130 of Bazooka
Day of Reckoning
Luz
“Why does trouble always follow me wherever I go?” I asked Mr. Smith, who ignored my question while standing by the stone wall, looking like a stone wall.
“Shut up, faggot,” Mr. Wesson sneered, unsurprisingly unimaginative. “Or I will put a bullet in your brain.”
“I doubt it,” I mused, looking around. “Not without your master loosening your leash.”
I got a shoe in my face for that piece of insolence. God, I really was stupid, wasn’t I?
“I want to ask you something.” The familiar voice behind me said. “You know about this love stuff, don’t you?”
Mendoza appeared, scrolling through his phone, while I just… I couldn’t believe he asked me that.
“Really?” I said with a sigh. “God! Google it. Wait, no. If I tell you, will you let me go?”
“And how do you know you’re gay?” Mendoza said, sounding lost in thought.
“Your dick gets hard when you see another dick,” I replied, standing up. “It’s fairly simple. Mendoza, look… I found the love of my life, okay? I can’t die.”
He frowned, staring at his phone. “Speaking of, your saviors are here, Goldilocks. Mr. Smith, Mr. Wesson, if you would?”
What the hell did that mean?
His goons pulled me to my knees when the chapel door suddenly burst open. I heard two gunshots before Mendoza’s goons fell to the ground. When I saw Bazooka walking insidewith his gun raised, I felt relief, happiness, love, and then cold fear.
“Hands on your head, Mendoza,” Bazooka said, glancing at me. “Luz, love, stay where you are.”
I nodded and raised my hands in defense, frozen to the spot.
Mendoza grinned. “Gentlemen, you’re late.”
Wait, he was expecting them? What the hell was going on?
A dozen more thugs appeared behind Mendoza, armed to the teeth. Now it was all of them against just two cops. Shit!
“You’re not running away this time,” Bazooka said, but his eyes kept darting to me. I could see worry in his beautiful grays, and another emotion I’d never seen there before.
Mendoza smirked. “Lo contrario. More than that, I have you all here where I need you. Even you, Marc.”
Mendoza was speaking to the blond guy who came with Bazooka, but who was he? The blond guy slowly approached Mendoza, pointing his gun at him.
“You’re going down, psycho.”
Mendoza chuckled as if he weren’t facing the barrel of a gun.
“I don’t think so,guapo,” he said, caressing the blond guy’s cheek. “It’s nice to see your lying face again. By the way, I will make you pay for deceiving me.”
“And how will you do that while rotting in prison?”
Mendoza sneered. “I have more guns here, or don’t you know how to count?”
“It doesn’t mean shit,” Bazooka said, smirking. “Because the most important weapon is not in the room.”
Only then did I notice a red dot on Mendoza’s forehead. Somehow, Mendoza knew it too.
“The sniper guy,” he said with a sigh. “I forgot about him.Mierda.”
