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big lump of a body lying under the bed
coverings.  
    But
as they began to gingerly walk that way, Sal began to walk even slower.   Something was off.   It was obvious that the man in the bed was
Dim’s big-ass body.   His clothes on the
floor beside the bed proved that.   But
how in hell, Sal wondered, could the big man make it up to his room, change his
clothes, get in that bed and be fast asleep and snoring this quickly?   His ass just got up here.   And that was when Sal smelled a setup.
    “Drop!”
he yelled to Alfie, and as soon as he yelled it Marty Dim rose up in bed with a
gun in each hand, and began firing.   He
hit Alfie multiple times, causing Alfie’s body to jerk backwards as if he was
in some fucking Matrix movie; as if he was trying to get away but the bullets
kept pulling him back.   Then he fell back
onto the floor with a hard hit, his eyes wide open.   No doubt about it: he was dead.
    Sal
saw his man fall but he couldn’t deal with that loss now.   He rolled and started firing back, determined
to kill that motherfucker if it was the last kill he had.   But a door opened in the bedroom and another
man with another set of firepower started shooting too.   Sal knew he was outmanned and outgunned and
wasn’t going to survive any bullet-for-bullet gunfight.  
    He
got up, dived toward Alfie’s lifeless body, and lifted Alfie in front of
him.   Only Alfie was dead weight and it
felt to Sal as if he was lifting pure steel.   But those days in the gym, and the muscles Sal had to back it up, paid
off.   He held onto Alfie and fired back
at the two gunmen to keep them in retreat rather than in advance, as he managed
to get his ass out of that hotel room.  
    But
as soon as Sal cleared the exit, Marty Dim jumped out of bed in his boxers, and
he and his backup firepower hurried out into the corridor, stepping over
Alfie’s dead body to make it out.   They
were going to blow that motherfucking Sal Gabrini away from this earth if it
was the last thing they did tonight.   Had
everybody fooled into believing he was some legit businessman when he was more
of a thug than they were.   And now he was
going to muscle them out of territory they had just as much right to as he
had?   Wasn’t going to happen.   That was why they began to head down that
corridor toward the stairs.   The
stairwell, they both knew, would be a perfect place for Sal Gabrini to die.
    But
they forgot to clue in Sal Gabrini.   Because as soon as they turned to head toward the stairwell, a shot was
fired that caught Dim’s partner in the back of the head. He dropped like a loaf
of bread. Dim turned quickly, ready to fire back, but he knew it was too
late.   Sal wasn’t in any stairwell, but
he was behind them, and his gun was pointing straight at Marty Dim’s heart.
    “Sal,”
Dim said, tossing his gun aside, suddenly wanting to reason with him.   But he was wasting his time because Sal
wasted no time wasting him.   He shot him
as he walked toward him.   He shot him and
he shot him until Dim dropped the same way Dim had dropped Alfie.   And then Sal stepped over his dead body, as
he made his way toward that stairwell.  
    When
he got downstairs, and ran through the hotel’s back exit, sirens could be heard
in the distance.   But Nard was still
there.   He hadn’t left Sal behind.   Sal jumped into the SUV, and they took
off.   Sal leaned back in the backseat,
his hand still covered in Alfie’s blood, and silently screamed.
    Crawley
looked at Nard.   They wanted to know what
happened, but dared not ask.

 
 
 
     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER THREE

 
    “Don’t
trust men,” Liz Mertan said to Gemma as they sat at the bar and had another
round of drinks.   Or at least Liz had
another round.   Gemma was still on her
first glass.   “No matter what they say to
you,” Liz continued, “don’t trust them.   You know why?”
    Gemma
didn’t respond.   She only met Liz