Darwin’s dad had gotten to his feet and had hobbled to Fuccini with a large stone in his hand.
“Dad, no!”
The guard turned toward him. A shot rang out.
Darwin closed his eyes and fell to his knees. He thought he heard a siren in the distance, but soon realized it wasn’t a siren. His ears were ringing.
When he opened his eyes, his father lay on the ground holding his wounded stomach.
To the right, the guard still stood, but he now had a large hole in his abdomen. He looked down at his wound, then at Fuccini, and then dropped to his knees. He face planted and didn’t move.
“Sorry I’m late for the party,” Richard H said, his weapon trained on Fuccini. “Darwin! Snap out of it. Untie my men. Now!”
Darwin got to his feet and had both of them untied in thirty seconds. They ran for Fuccini, but H kept them back.
“Darwin, you have a beef with this man? If you do, speak now before we tear him apart.”
Darwin thought about it. They had both lost everything. Even when Fuccini was gone and buried, the hit on Darwin’s head was still out there. Nothing would return to normal. It was over and yet, just beginning.
“Fuccini and I are done. Do with him what you will.”
Fuccini, for all his mutterings about torture, looked pretty scared with H holding onto the collar of his shirt, the large weapon’s business end pushed up under his chin.
“Say goodbye,” H said.
Fuccini looked at Darwin and said, “I’ll see you in hell.”
H lowered the weapon and placed it against Fuccini’s left arm at the elbow. He pulled the trigger and the bottom half of Fuccini’s arm flew off.
Darwin tried to look away but his brain registered the flying arm.
He ran for his father and knelt beside him.
“Dad, help’s coming. We’ll get you to a hospital.”
The gun fired again behind him. Fuccini’s other arm was missing now. Fuccini screamed so loud, they all missed the police sirens, but everyone turned at the red flashing lights.
H brought the weapon down to Fuccini’s crotch and lowered the butt of the gun to the dirt.
“Sorry I don’t get more time dismembering you for what you did to my club members and our friend Darwin. You got lucky, asshole. When we’re done here, we’re going after anything with the name Fucconi.”
H fired, and Fuccini was virtually split in half by the explosion.
The bikers wiped splattered blood from their faces.
H tossed the gun off to the side.
A line of cruisers pulled into the parking lot and quickly surrounded them.
Men in uniform and men in suits, weapons out, screamed for everyone to get down.
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The statements read that Fuccini came to kill everyone and, in their defense, Richard H and his two surviving club members were lucky enough to get the upper hand at the end. Darwin’s father was stabbed, and Richard grabbed a gun, shot the last guard, then slid in like he was stealing home plate, shooting straight up into Fuccini himself. When asked why the man’s arms were missing, H explained how his first shots had missed and gone wild. At least that was what he thought happened. He said he had no idea he’d made contact with Fuccini’s arms.
Darwin concurred on everything. That’s how it happened.
Officers escorted Darwin and Rosina to the hospital to be with Darwin’s father. Rosina’s parents showed up to watch over him in his room too. They agreed that it was overdue for all of them to meet and start getting along.
The whole time, Darwin kept his eye on everyone. He watched all the cops, the doctors and the nurses, every minute, looking for someone to pull out a knife, a gun, or some other kind of weapon, looking to slice into him.
He didn’t take what Fuccini said lightly. He knew they were coming, he just couldn’t tell when or how.
But he knew they were coming.
Chapter 19
Two months later…
Darwin opened the curtains in the kitchen and looked out at the morning sunshine. He loved turning off the night lights in the morning and letting in the bright sunshine.
It had been a long, hard road since the night at the hangar. He was writing again and loving it, even though he wrote under a pseudonym.
Rosina really enjoyed her new home in sunny Florida.
The FBI had thrown them into the witness protection program within two weeks of Fuccini’s death.
The two bikers that had been tied up and gagged were gunned down within days of each other, and Darwin’s name was scrawled across their chests in blood.
Richard H went into hiding, but they found him a week later. He fought hard and killed four men with his bare hands, even after they shot him three times. Darwin visited him in the hospital. H would live and walk again. The FBI were putting him into the program too.
When Darwin went to visit H in the hospital, they tried to kill Darwin again. But they’d made a mistake. A man posing as a doctor turned on Darwin with a long needle and charged at him.
At the sight of the needle, all Darwin saw was blind rage. He lunged at the doctor. That lunge saved him as the needle had been thrust forward and when Darwin dove, it passed his arm by an inch.
The fake doctor’s neck had broken when he was thrown out the fourth story hospital window. How he was already missing fingers and one eye, Darwin claimed he had no idea. He couldn’t remember much after seeing the needle.
The FBI, for the public’s safety, and Darwin’s, had elected that he and his wife, Rosina, would have to go into hiding for good.
They allowed Darwin and H to email each other as H was detailing his life story so Darwin could write the promised book, which Darwin was writing with vigor.
“Another beautiful day,” Rosina said as she entered the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”
“I thought you said you were making breakfast this morning?” Darwin pleaded.
“I am, I am. I’m just joking. We’re married now, Mr Kostas. I get to joke around with you.”
He rushed her, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. “Yes, we are married. I’m your husband. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”
“It sure does.”
“Let’s have French toast and drown it in Canadian maple syrup… and coffee. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
They kissed long and hard.
“Maybe we should go and have some sticky first? Then have the pancakes?”
“Sticky? You want sex now? Or pancakes?” he asked. “I said French toast, woman,” he said, in his deepest voice.
She laughed and pulled away. “Okay, breakfast and then sticky.”
He smiled.
I forgot how good life could be without the threat of death over my head.
Rosina had taken the mint tree and adult store rationale well. She’d playfully slapped him when he told her. She understood how innocent it was and didn’t care if he was in an adult store.
Mint tree was delivered with their groceries each week.
Which reminds me. Today is delivery day.
“Rosina, honey. I’m going to head down to the main gate and unlock it for Bruce to bring up our grocery order.”
“You got it. I’ll have breakfast ready when you return.”
He put on his slippers and stepped outside into the already warm sun. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
Amazing.
At the end of the path, he flicked the small button that allowed entry/exit and stepped out onto the driveway. He walked down it and swung his arms in a carefree attitude. Life was great. They were in hiding. He could relax. Let things go. He could write. He could love his wife.
They both missed their parents, but that was the way of things. Stay alive and miss them or visit them once or twice before being murdered.
They chose life.
At the end of the driveway, a tall wrought iron gate stopped anyone from coming in unless it was open or they owned a tank.