Owe
Walking out of St Stan in the village. I hear a heavily accented voice saying, “What are you doing you doing?”
Praying to a god I no longer believe dispatched. What do you want?” I answer turning. I see the steroid damage, that is “the German.”
“You have no respect Junkie trash like your DEAD WHORE GIRL!” The German screams voice full of rage bravado laving his overdeveloped arms I notice his range of motion is limited, but if he connects I am going down fast. I am 140# ‘5 11 he is 6’ 3” 260# some strange Aryan SS soldier-enforcer who lives at the gym.
As fast as I can I pull my Fairbairn Sykes boot dagger I have it to his throat. I draw a trickle of blood; being overconfident can be fatal on these streets
I growl “Kraut, why did Marquis send you? ”
“Your girl owes him money” all the menace bravado have evaporated. I growl “You don't come south of alphabet city and tell Marquis I will send you back in pieces then, I go after him.” go East of 1st avenue, I don’t want to hurt you but, if that’s the way God planned you. I will kill you, and put pennies on your eyes I laugh, and his face goes pale. His eyes water I see various people watching in the shadows Jill died a week ago. I am ready to join her. I drop my hand to his sweatpants at the crotch of his sweatpants cutting in. “RUN cunt RUN! The German lumbers, as the car pulls away off like a stoned bear towards a new Caddy I see a bemused Black man. Marquis stands out in this borough. I just made a dangerous enemy
The balance of power is changing, The desolation Angels may not be lucid, but they can see. and the story is already spreading. I don’t anyone anything. I have dispatched the monster, and I am now the monster; you cannot kill what is already dead. This far from over; I live or die on these streets. Either way, works for me.