Page 46 of Spyder
“Laugh now,” he snaps. “Gonna be a lot harder to laugh when you’re spittin’ blood,puto.”
Prophet steps forward and puts his boot on the wound in X’s leg. A snarl on his face, he steps down hard on it, making the sicario scream in agony.
“You assholes put four bullets in me,” he growls. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put four into you right now.”
The Mexican man is panting, his face red, his eyes burning with hate. “Kill me. Don’t kill me. I don’t give a shit,ese. Just know if you do, Mr. Zavala will come for you and will not stop until he has your head.”
“And that’s any different than what he’s doing right now… how exactly?” Prophet counters.
“Because he’ll let you go if you surrender the town and leave now,” X says. “But if you kill me, he will never stop hunting you. Ever.”
“Then, I guess we’ll have to kill all of you.”
X chuckles. “Good luck with that,whetto.”
“Why the fuck do you guys even want Blue Rock? It’s not in your normal shipping lanes,” Prophet asks.
“He wants it because you told him he couldn’t have it,” X says. “And because Mr. Zavala is always looking to expand his operations. Why not here?”
“Because we aren’t going to let it happen,” Prophet tells him.
“Nothin’ you can do to stop it,puto. Not a damn thing,” the sicario counters.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
“Want me to put one in his head, prez?” Monk asks.
“Not yet. Just watch him for a minute,” he replies.
Prophet and Cosmo walk outside together, murmuring low to themselves. I don’t know why they aren’t just killing this piece of shit. I can’t possibly imagine what it is they’re discussing. We came here to do a job and the job’s not finished. Not while X is still breathing.
“Hey.Whetto,” he says to Monk. “You let me go and Mr. Zavala will make you a very rich man.”
“Move a muscle and I’ll make you a very dead man,” Monk replies.
“What about you,ese? You want to make more money than you’ve ever dreamed of before?” he says to me.
“If I had my way, you’d be dead already. So, shut your mouth, asshole,” I snap.
Monk and I both wait in silence as Cosmo and Prophet continue their consultation outside. I can tell by the expression on his face that Monk is as curious about what’s going on as I am. And maybe he’s regretting telling Prophet that X is alive in here rather than just ending him. This guy, his men, are responsible for the murder of one of our brothers—Costco. They tried to kill Prophet. And there are two good men outside, both with bullet holes in them. If anybody deserved to die, it’s this prick right here.
Prophet and Cosmo walk back in and as they approach us, I watch closely, looking for any sign of what they decided. But Prophet’s got an excellent poker face and gives nothing away.
“Give me your phone,” Prophet demands as he stares down at X.
“What?”
“Your phone. Give it to me. Now.”
X fishes in his pocket and comes out with a phone. Prophet snatches it from his hand, then walks around the inside of the cabin, snatching pictures of the bodies of the men we killed, making sure to get their faces in the photos. When he finishes, he walks back to X and drops the phone in the man’s lap.
“Take this back to your boss. Tell him he keeps sending his men up here, he’s going to get them back just like these ones,” Prophet says. “We are going to kill anybody he sends. He keeps coming for us, he’d better be prepared to lose a lot of men. You got me,ese?”
“You’re makin’ two big mistakes here,” X replies. “First, leavin’ me alive is a stupid mistake. Second, thinkin’ you can take Mr. Zavala head-on. He’s goin’ to kill every last one of you and take your town.”
“Yeah, good luck with that. So long as we draw breath, he’s never going to have Blue Rock. And he’s going to die if he keeps tryin’ to take it,” Prophet replies, his voice colder than an Arctic wind.
“You have no idea—”
