Page 36 of The True Garza
He’s masked.
Pissed that I’ve tricked him, he growls and lunges at me, swiping wildly with the knife. I lean back, dodging side to side, leading him, studying his patterns. He’s all upper-body focused in his attacks. He’s stronger on his right than his left.
Okay, got it.
I jerk right to trick him into swiping right again, but in a split second, I pivot, dart left, and ram a sideward kick to his left knee. He yelps and momentarily collapses to his right knee, the knife clattering to the pavement. “Fuuuck!”
Wasting no time, I kick the knife out of his reach and deliver him another hard kick while he’s down. High from the thrill and bourbon, I go to kick him again, but miss the quick whip of his hand as he grabs my other ankle and jerks me off balance.
Fucking bourbon.
My fall lands me close to the knife, and I’m quick to snatch it up with one hand and swipe at his arm. It rips the cotton of his dark plaid shirt, sheens his blood. He explodes another epithet. And then there’s a loud honking horn and bright lights.
“Come on!” a voice shouts from the entrance of the parking lot.
“It’s not over, bitch!” the assailant growls at me, then sprints off.
Damn right, it isn’t. I jump up and chase after him. But he’s on the back of a waiting motorbike and speeding off before I can catch up.
“Pussy willows!” I call after them as the motorbike disappears into the night traffic.
Brushing strings of hair from my face, I glance down at the attacker’s knife in my hand.
Fingerprints.
The mole—or moles—at LX-BI are still unknown. I’d known there would be blow-back from taking down Jamal Grigoryan. He would’ve found out it was me, and he—or his head boss—would’ve asked the mole to take care of me. Can’t say I haven’t been waiting for the snake to come out of hiding.
But fuck if I’m going to make it easy for them.
Heading back to my car, I get out my phone and hit up a contact.
“Hola, mami,” he answers.
“Hey, Ricky. I’ve got another job for you.”
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True:Thunder’s broken.
Lexi:True, you know Trent hates it when you talk to me about your cock.
True:Who else am I gonna talk to about it?
True:Hang on…
True:Yo, having a Thunder chat with Lexi. Don’t give her shit.
Trent:For fuck’s sake.
True:I’ll drop a fifty in the Apology Jar when I come over.
Trent:Make it a hundred. And True?
True:Yeah?
Trent:GET YOUR OWN WIFE.
True:OK, talked to him. It’s fine.
