“So, you’re the nosy kid,” drawled the sitting gangster. His slim, cavernous face, angled at a table before him, placed his recessed features in shadow. Blinking neon light in the cave like bar, reflected off his dark, slicked back hair. This accentuated by a maroon collar, jutting from his trim fitting black leather jacket. It glistened like a slithering snake with his calm, methodical movement.
In the background, strippers rolled their hips to “When the levee breaks”, whose bluesy, seminole, trance inducing beat made the scene surreal and dream like. Only the sharp pain from my shattered ribs, along with a cold .45 muzzle at my temple, kept me conscious.
Kneeling before him with my eyes closed in pain, he continued, “so..Romeo, you wanna steal one of my girls.” I glanced a look; the gleam under his brow indicating he was looking at me.
“I think Romeo here, needs a hosing off.”
His henchmen flanking me, chuckled.
He then snorted a line of coke and began to twitch.
“I’m a dead man”, I thought.