The Faustin Misfortune

[VercettiTheNiter]

This is the final chapter in this book of the Faustin Misfortune. I'm not sure when I'll get started on the next book in the saga of Adam Karnakov

 

Chapter VIII: Killer Queen/Domincan Rhapsody

 

Adam waited in a Dukes he stole. Sweat rippled from his forehead and palms that made the steering wheel slippery. The one he grasped tightly. It was strange but all he wanted was to go back to tending bar at Mikhail's. He had made a broken promise to his late brother-in-law in vain. Adam scrutinized the doorway to the apartment of Adriana Lopez. He saw the Calvacade parked outside. It was haunting and ghastly. He began contemplating as REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling" played from the radio. The sound traveled, almost soothing his agony. Almost.

 

Alright there's three of them. The woman isn't involved so don't involve her. Three good clean shots. That's all I need. All I need.

 

He prayed quickly under his breath. He wasn't normally religious but after being so close to death, there was few mediums to grant Adam hope and solace.

 

"My life has been such a whirlwind... since I saw you" Adam sang along as he stepped out clutching a Glock. He headed towards the apartment as night slowly began to draw nearer.

 

He put his ear on the dilapitated doorway and listened in on a conversation.

 

"Oye mama, pack your things. It ain't safe her no more. I gotta get Tony..." Luis started.

 

"Tony, Tony... that's all you say" Henrique responded. A loud bash disrupted the conversation. Adam with anger and hate stricken on his face, kicked in the door. Dust unsettled and hid Adam for a split second.

 

Armando who reached for an SMG that was tucked in his pants, was the first to go. A bullet popped him in the mouth. A river of blood splattered like a grotesque sprinkler system. Henrique shot Adam in the chest, sending the Russian tumbling down against the hard tile floor.

 

"Oh you f*cked yourself" Luis said firing at Adam's body. Adam rolled away from danger and hid behind a small table. The bullet from Luis' Desert Eagle grazed Adam's foot.

 

 

-Meanwhile-

 

The bullet's from Yusuf's buzzard barely didn't anything but make noise and penetrate junk around the back of the wharehouse. It did, however, grant Tony time to jump at Gordon with a chair tied to his back, in Gordon's time of confusion.

 

The bowie knife slid out of Gordon's hand and collided on the ground. Although Gordon tried to retreive the blade, Tony's constant kicks to Gordon's ribcage made it all the more unbearable and difficult. As Tony continually bled from his wounds he used his foot to gain enough power to push himself closer to the knife.

 

"No you don't" Gordon yelled but was covered by the loud eruptions of bullets of the buzzard. He kicked Tony in the face who was desperately trying to gain the upper hand. He was literally fighting with his hands tied behind his hands.

 

"Look at my face, you c*nt" Tony's nose was shattered and even more red oozed out.

 

"Sorry" Gordon said kicking Tony once more for good measure. As the sound of a buzzar landing became clear to the Irishman he looked down the bloodied and bruised man and simply added "I'll be seein' ya" and ran off towards the parked car that was hit with several of the fired helicopter bullets.

 

-Back to Adam-

 

 

He ran sacked the house looking for anything to help the pain. Adam, who's body was litterally delecate enough to collapse at any point, was being screamed at by a delerious Mrs. Lopez. Blood ran down his side where Luis shot.

 

"Para! (Stop!) Get outta my house" she yelled reaching for a broom. Tears of hatred flowed down her weary eyes. Adam had killed Henrique and Armando but not the one that started it all. He ran outside only to fall on the ground, dropping his Glock. As he began to bleed out he crawled towards the street.

 

He layed there unconsious. In a dream-like state he began to see the two men he admired most. With clouds and fog surrounding Mikhail and Tehb, Adam inched foward with a look of confusion etched out on his face. Mikhail and Tehb were telling jokes at a small table in what seemed to be heaven.

 

"... the blind man says 'Good morning ladies'" Mikhail told the punchline as Tehb laughed. The two looked at Adam. "Is this heaven?" he asked. Before any of them could inquire he awoke from his strange fantasy.

 

"Adam!" yelled Gordon slapping Adam's face. Gordon was trying to pick Adamska but the blood loss made the body slippery and hard to grasp.

 

"Tehb..." Adam began but he closed his mouth, not finisihing the though.

 

Gordon struggled to get Adam on to his feet, but after two attempts he successfully got Adam to the Dukes that was parked right outside the home.

 

"I'm sorry Tehb. I know nothing else than to be a member of bratva. Forgive me." Adam went off on a tangient.

 

As he crawled into the passenger seat, Gordon added "Hey, I'm not Tehb. It's Gordon. You're in shock 'cause of the blood loss. Luis is f*ckin' gone. He dipped. The only reason the cops aren't on your ass is 'cause this is a Domincan neighborhood. I'm glad you ain't dead. You dyin' but you ain't dead!" he ran to the other side of the car and started it. Thanking God that there was a key already in the ignition under his breath.

 

The Dukes drove westbound for the nearest hospital. As blood stained the passenger seat and Adam writhed and moaned in pain so severe you would think he was passing a kidney stone and child simultaneously, he slowly got his senses back.

 

"Where we goin'?" he asked scratching his forehead but all he did was smear blood there. He applied both hands on his rib cage where Luis fired.

 

"Hospital" Gordon said. As the duo drove off into darkness that set on Liberty City and headed for the medical aid Adam needed, he thought Tehb this will be my last one. Lopez. Then the cold steel that once made my life whole will never again be within my grasp. I'm coming

 

His oddyssey was nearing completion.

Edited November 23, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Cashy]

Nice work mate - Proper nice work

 

Glad to see Adam still has a conscience by leaving Luis's mother out of it.

 

Can't to see what you throw in with Gordon.

 

Keep going mate.

[Mokrie Dela]

a little bump for you

 

Are you planning a spinoff or anything?

[VercettiTheNiter]

I revised the last chapter. I'll take a break from this and might start something else but don't worry, I'll come back to soon. Until then thanks to all the readers.

[Mokrie Dela]

No problem man. If you got free time pop into my story <--shameless plug

I do like the "out now" bit in your sig

[VercettiTheNiter]

This is the first chapter in book three of the Faustin Misfortune.

 

Part One: Pack in Black

 

Wearing a somewhat elegant suit and smoking a bent cigarette, Packie McReary was perched near a bench outside of Francis International Airport. He dropped the bud of the smoke on the ground and stepped on it. Looking at his newly bought, Holix watch, a sea of taxis drove closer to him but not a sign of any of his pals.

 

"F*ck" he muttered to himself, slowly but surely becoming ancious and nervous. He suddenly felt the phone in his pants' pocket vibrate. He reached for and saw it was a text message.

 

"Sorry Packie. Jacob got sh*tfaced and I had to take him home, don't worry I'm on my way. - Niko" read the text.

 

"Figures" Packie exhaled looking up at the sky. The sun was just about to set.

 

 

-Elsewhere-

 

Adam's track record was not good. He had beed shot and admitted twice within a year. It also didn't help that a particular government friend was on the same floor, about to visit the poor Russian hood.

 

"It is your Mr. Terrible" the words pierced his ears, forcing him to wake. His eyes slowly fluttered open and the hazy image of the man with horn-rimmed glasses was becoming more clear.

 

"Sammy..." Adam said but winced as the pain in his side shattered him. He could hardly speak without feeling horrible pain.

 

"Don't talk. Listen I heard about your recent quarrels with Mr. Prince and Mr. Lopez..." he was cut off by Adam.

 

"F*ck those cowards. Their dogs."

 

"You know what they say, every dog has its day."

 

"What do you want?" Adam could hardly sit straight. The pain was eating away at him, like a vulture pecking at some downed vermin.

 

"I wanted to tell you that Mr. Prince was found bleeding by an eccentric Arab and is on the fourth floor of this very hospital."

 

Adam's eyes widen at this news. Sweat poured from his forehead as he unplugged the IV that was connected to him. Louds beeping started.

 

"The f*ck are you doing?" the man asked.

 

"You watch." Adam rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor. He screamed in agony as the man left and a team of nurses yelling, "Crash cart" bursted into his room.

 

He got the strength to get up and pushed through the nurses, knocking them down. He ran down the corridor and tackled a surgeon that was strolling by.

 

"What the..." the surgeon asked. He was greeted by a punch to the face and a "Shhh" by Adamska.

 

"Scalpels. Where?" Adam asked.

 

"I can't.."

 

"You can and you will" Adam picked up the surgeon and put him in chokehold.

 

"There down in the... closet" he was soon after knocked out by a haymaker from Adam. He used to be an underground fighter after all.

 

He dashed as a few security guards chased after him.

 

 

-Packie-

 

Packie was in front of Gerry McReary. He was talking to his brother via a pretty thick piece of glass in Alderney Correctional.

 

"and then I went to Dublin where I found out Grampa banged a broad in Glasgow, Scotland. So I went there and found a cousin that look just like Kate. You woulda loved it" Packie was trying to cheer up his brother who was in sorrow and a little misery.

 

"Sounds nice. By the way Gordon talked to me a few nights back. Some nightclub q*eer and a Domincan messed with him and his Ruskie pal. I did a job with the Russian. Anyway look into it. For me?" Packie nodded. Gerry continued, "Don't get into too much sh*t, please".

 

 

PLEASE RNR!

Edited November 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Cashy]

Yes Cetti! What I like to see!

 

You've been off this long enough, slugger

 

I guess Adams gonna chop Tony up into little pieces then? Not my preferred way to go, but.. Hey, its how you want him to die

 

Keep it up son

[Mokrie Dela]

Glad to see you're carrying this on!

 

Good to see theres still some interest in it too

[VercettiTheNiter]

Thanks Cashy and Mokrie, you guys always know what to say. My school year is just about to end (two days) so expect a lot from me over this summer vacation.

[Mokrie Dela]

Ah summer holidays. Good memories! I wish we all had that with work. imagine six weeks off from work, and half terms etc!

[Cashy]

You jammy sod!

 

Ive got like 4 more exams to do, then Im done

 

And can't wait to see what you've got instore

 

Take it easy son.

[VercettiTheNiter]

Part Two: Scalps and Scalpels

 

 

Adrenaline kept his blood pumping. Or was it a fear of being persecuted. Maybe it was revenge or just really not wanting to being shot by a SWAT team member, but Adam was bolting all around the corridors of the hospital. He knew it would be only a matter of time before the hospital was put in lockdown.

 

Leg it... Adam... Leg it! his mind raced along with his legs. He was nearing the private room of Anthony Prince when he saw that two, buff and armed, bodygaurds protecting the room as if the Treasure of the Sierra Madre was on the other side.Adam stopped right in his tracks and his behind a lone stretcher that was in the hallway, facing the door. He had one scalpel and the private security had two Desert Eagles each. With great accuracy, Adam through the scalpel into the eye of one. Screaming in agony the guard collapsed, scaring the other.

 

Now! he ran and pushed the stretcher into the other who dropped his gun. As the other bled from his eye ball the loud screaming of officers intensified.

 

"Victor Six, this is Poppa Three, target's in sight and ready to engae" one of the officers yelled.

 

Adam kicked the guard that was struck by the gurney and rushed into Gay Tony's room and locked behind him.

 

"Oh sh*t" was the only that came out of Tony's mouth. The sheer amount of shock kept him motionless.

 

 

-Fifteen Minutes Earlier-

 

Patrick McReary and Gordon Sargent were driving towards the hospital where Adam was admitted.

 

"So Ireland was f*cking awesome but next year, I'm goin' to Australia. I hear there's hot chicks there. Too bad that Germany's next to it. Nazis" Packie said as he revved the acceleration pedal.

 

"That's Austria you idiot. And not all Germans are Nazis." Gordon retorted. He was unaware of the massacre that was unfolding at the hospital.

 

As they entered the driveway of the hospital, three SWAT vans were parked outside. Hundreds of officers waited outside.

 

"What the f*ck?" Packie said as the fourth floor of the hospital exploded. Fire and shards of glass rained down on the bystanders.

 

They gazed each other as if to say Damn it Adam. Keep it in your pants! They ran to the entrance where two officers stood. They were cowering after the explosion.

 

"You can't... go... in there" one cop quivered. He shivered in a corner.

 

"Watch me" Packie said. He dashed in, shotgun in hand, and nodded at Gordon.

 

Gordon held a Glock in one hand and his bowie knife in the other. "Trusty little thing aren'tcha?" he chuckled while staring at the sheen that was being reflected from the blade. "The light hit you so perfectly" he began but was cut off by Patrick. "The f*cks the hold up? Make love to her later" Packie yelled.

 

The two raced down a corridor to be met with nurses and the ill. They were fleeing the hospital out of sheer terror. The sound of M-16 rounds in the distance echoed and intensified with every step the duo took. Once they reached the floor where Adam was to be staying, fire had engulfed most of itm and to add insult to injury a shootout was about to begin.

 

-Adamska-

 

Having slit Tony's throat was easy. Let him bleed out, like the pig he is Adam though as blood seaped out of Tony's neck and onto the floor in large plumes. The bashing at the door ensued. Adam ran to a chair that was beside a nightstand and Tony's bed. He got some of the red blotches on his shoe as he reached for the coat that lay there. The bashing was intoxicating. Adam was dizzy and frightened as he couldn't not get the thought of being in prison and not avenging his brother-in-law out of his mind. In the coat was a grenade. With force he took out the pin and tossed at the door, running into the bathroom for cover.

 

With the explosion killing three SWAT troops and starting a fire in the hospital, Adam needed an escape plan. Think. Think. His mind was blank. Without a plan in his mind he knew either certain death or prison awaited him.

 

Then like the patron saints they were, Packie and Gordon shot up the two remaining SWAT troops who were wounded from the blast and had been shooting widly into the room.

 

"Good timing" Adam said as he walked out to meet his friends once more.

Edited June 18, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Ziggy455]

I'm enjoying this quite alot more I expected. Are you going to continue this? It is one of your best pieces of writing I've seen.

[VercettiTheNiter]

I'm enjoying this quite alot more I expected. Are you going to continue this? It is one of your best pieces of writing I've seen.

Thank you for the feedback Ziggy! I just added to the latest chapter and I will be continuing it on and off over the course of the summer. Once again, thank you!

[VercettiTheNiter]

Part Three: If The Rice is Right

 

Gerald McReary was about to be a free man. His good behavior helped him cut off a large chunk of years from his sentence. The kidnapping of a judge and blackmail by Irish thugs didn't hurt either. To celebrate his early release, Packie, Gordon and Adamska ate at the newly opened Asian restaurant in Alderney, The Jade Leopard.

 

"Jeez, time flies don't it?" Gordon said, slurring his words after a third cup of saki. His breath made his two other friends recoil in disgust. A fusion of garlic and ginger leaked across the table making Adam gag from the nausea that he was being exposed to.

 

"For f*ck's sake close your mouth for the rest of the night. You smell like a dead dog sh*t himself." Patrick was furious, a side effect of his heavy drinking and lack of cocaine no doubt. He had tried to cut down on his intake, cold turkey after the sex, drugs, and rock and roll that was the week of parties in Ireland and Scotland.

 

"For the first time I agree with Packie" Adam smirked. He sipped his piping hot duck and onion soup when suddenly two black cars pulled up outside the restaurant. The restaurant had large windows that helped you see everyone who came and went, which was important as Vinewood's most illustrious came through here as well as Liberty's criminal underworld.

 

"Company?" Adam asked as he fingered the Glock at his side. Packie shook his head as he hadn't told anyone in the Mob about Gerry's newly found freedom, save for his mother. Adam purposely situated himself facing the door at any restaurant he went to as a way to see who entered it. A trick he learned from his old mentor, Mikhail Faustin. The men were relieved to see it was nothing more than a few petty criminals from the local Korean Mob that were trying to take this property from the Triads that owned.

 

Then Adam recognized one of the Koreans that walked in. He was wearing an all white suit and dress shoes to match. The man stepped into the kitchen followed by two burly Asian men.

 

"You know 'em?" Gordon asked, his breath now much more tolerable.

 

"Jai Lung Mow." (the two others shrugged not knowing the name. Gordon finished off his saki) "You may know him better as the Black Grasshopper".

 

The two Irishmen gave off a look as if they had just then and there defecated all over themselves. All of a sudden, gunshots rang out from the kitchen.

 

"No such thing as a nice evening anymore, right?" Packie said as three got up.

 

Part Four: If You Can't Stand the Heat...

 

Crowds of panicky patrons rushed out of the restaurant like wildfire. Through the chaos the trio made there way towards the kitchen where the altercation was taking place. Gordon looked down on the velvety pattern carpet and thought F*ckin' shame. Nice place too.

 

The main kitchen door had two large circular windows like that of a submarine. Adam peered in and saw two dead cooks and Lung Mow brutally beating a busboy as his bodygaurds ate sushi. Packie stood, squinted his eyes to make out what was going on and remarked "I need glasses. Coke ain't doing me no favors". The three kicked the door in and caught a glimpse of Lung Mow dashing out the back with his two sidekicks preparing for battle.

 

"If it isn't Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbf*ck!" Adamska chuckled tackling one of the tough guys. It was futile to try to take down these guys with brute force. Even Adam, who had fought in Liberty's underground fighting circuit, wasn't making a dent. The guy pushed Adam into pots and pans that made him slip and hit his head. Gordon went to fight the other guy but slipped on an ice cube and knocked. Packie laughed breifly leaving his oppenents in shock. "I'm sorry my friends are really stupid" he took out his pistol killed both of them. Adam stood up and looked at all the bodies.

 

"Mow got away. Perhaps this is place is fighting for. Looks nice. The shrimp is great.." Adamska started before being cut off by Packie, "This place is nice but this is shrimp I worry about. Let's get his ass in the car". The two picked up Gordon and put him in the back seat of the red comet.

 

"By this time tomorrow Gerry I'll be home." Packie said looking around for cops who were surprisingly nowhere to be found. "I'm sh*tfaced. Take me home Niko" Adam looked at Packie and said "You are. Who the f*ck is Niko?" He shrugged and drove to Dukes.

 

No wonder the police were not at the Jade Leopard. The entire block where Packie lived was on fire.

Edited November 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

Part Five: ...Stay the F*ck Outta The Kitchen

 

Gordon awoke from his drunken stupor and sat up from the back seat to be greeted with the neighborhood he was far too familiar with up in smoke. Seeing the block ablaze put hate in Gordon and Packie's eyes. Adam turned to Packie who was speechless and asked, "Is your mom..." but he couldn't even finish the sentence out of shame.

 

"Nah... she was visiting my Aunt Kathy in Carcer." Packie muttered as his eyes seemed to be hazy glass with just a trickle of water. He sobbed for a moment but wiped it off as if something was lodged there. Gordon lyed back down in disbelief. Adam and Packie stepped out of the Comet and walked over to a cop who had set up yellow tape around the scene and was dispersing passerbys.

 

"Hey, the hell happened here?" Packie inquired looking around as firefighters got rushed into a small house wielding axes.

 

"Sir, you have to stay back. Right now we can't say anything is certain, but if you ask me... (he whispers) classic case of arson." He was an Asian officer who seemed to be a rookie. Maybe his first month on the job or so.

 

"No sh*t. Thanks anyway." Adam said walking back towards the car. As Packie prepared to get into the passenger side, he noticed a car just like the one outside the Jade Leopard parked near an alley facing the burning block. He tapped Adam on the shoulder and pointed into the direction of the car.

 

"You gotta be sh*tting me. No way that's a coincidence." Packie reached for his gun but Adam grabbed Packie's arm and shook his head.

 

"You're pissed I get that. But there's no way in hell I'm about to have a firefight with this amount of boys in blue here." Adam whispered. He had a menacing tone as if he had just thought of the perfect way to get back at there new found enemy.

 

"Let's tail 'em" Packie finally said after some silence.

 

"My thoughts exactly" Adam said getting into the driver's seat.

 

--Forty-Five Minutes Later--

 

Adam's eyes were closing and the bags around his eyes were forming, very noticably when finally Packie tapped him again. He slowly awoke and saw that the car in the alley was reversing out of the back. Adam followed but tried his best not to be noticed. Don't get made! he thought to himself. The car turned towards a Burger Shot and was heading towards the Drive-Thru.

 

The Comet stayed in the parking lot and as soon as the black left the Drive-Thru, Adam floored the gas and crashed into the car. The black car flipped over. The passenger died on impact, and the driver slowly crawled out of the broken window. Packie ran up to the Asian driver and kicked in the face. The driver was yellling in Korean.

 

"What the f*ck!!" screamed Gordon who banged his head against the door during the crash.

 

Packie started beating up the driver and yelled "Who do you work for?" The driver caught his breath and whispered in English "My life is sh*t. I'm trying to make money for my daughter's ballet lessons. Don't hurt me". The driver was quivering in fear and his face was very bloody.

 

Adam walked over and paid off a security guard at the Burger Shot to shy away the crowd that had slowly gathered.

 

"Life sucks and then you die. Who do you work for?!?" Packie was enfuriated.

Before the driver could say anything a bullet was fired into the man's cranium from an unknown location. His brain's splattered onto the pavement.

 

"I guess we can't exchange insurance information" Adam quipped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PLEASE RNR!!!!

Edited November 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Cashy]

Whoa, nice cliffhanging technique, Cetti!

 

Rather enjoying this too much lately!!

 

Keep it going mate

[VercettiTheNiter]

Well I'm back after an extremely long and unexpected hiatus. But "Misfortune" is back with Part Five (two posts above this one) just in time for the holidays.

[Mokrie Dela]

"I guess we can't exchange insurance information" Adam quipped.

Classic protag whit!

 

A few errors in there (hell my story has its fair share ), but over all very nice.

Glad to see this popped up on my screen while i was updating my own chapters!

 

*Mokrie Dela Likes this*

keep it up!

[VercettiTheNiter]

Thanks Mokrie for the feedback. I really miss being on these forums. Anyway here's chapter six.

 

Part Six: Lo Mein, High Stakes

 

Adam was flipping through a girlie magazine and making some coffee in the kitchen of his little apartment in Hove Beach. Gordon had a pack of frozen peas on his head as he sat face down in a round table facing the kitchen. Packie was in the bathroom.

 

"Look at the t*ts on her!'" Adam said excited, he through the magazine Gordon revealing a young blonde girl completely topless with a mischevious look in her eyes. She was holding a can of whipped cream. "I figured since one of your heads hurt, the other should be happy" he added, chuckling.

 

"Aren't you the f*cking comedian?" Gordon whispered, staring at the blonde and touching the large bump on the side of his head. "And aren't you gonna apologize for ramming my Pack's nice f*cking car into some chink?" Gordon was very agitated.

 

"I'm sorry. But you should be apologizing to me 'cause I can't use that bag a peas now. It's tainted" Adam shot back.

 

"Hardy f*cking har!!" Gordon sat up and looked around at the stained wallpaper with cheap posters all around.

 

Adamska poured three mugs and sat them on the table as Packie came into the room seeming startled. He sat next to Gordon and grabbed his mug. The he took in a deep breath from the coffee's steam.

 

"You wash your hands?" Gordon asked, who was slowly coming back to his joking self.

 

"F*ck off, man. I was just thinking... what if... here me out... Lopez hates the Triads... right? (the others nod). He shot up some of them a couple weeks ago. Who hates Triads more than Lopez?" Packie started. He was really getting into it.

 

"Your mom. Get to the freakin' point" Adam replied, pouring some vodka into his hazelnut coffee.

 

"Nice. The f*cking Koreans, man. Look... the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Strange bedfellows and all that sh*t. Tony's f*cked and not the good kind, Lopez goes to the only logical group of guys that will take 'im. He helps them get big, and in exchange they play the most dangerous game with our caribou asses. Whadya think?" Packie ranted. He blew on the steam before taking a sip and turning a page in the mag to see fully nude redhead.

 

"I think you need to calm down and take the night off. Sleep on it. Believe me I wanna pop Lopez as much as the next guy, if not more. But random freakin' theories don't help. Look Gerry comes home tomorrow and your mom. They can stay here. From what you told me and from personal experience Gerry knows his sh*t and what's going on Liberty. We'll talk to him" Adam reassured Packie.

 

Packie nodded and yawned. He closed the magazine and tossed back at Adam.

 

"How 'bout I get us some beer and hookers. Get boozed and getting one rubbed out, no pun intended, might calm us down and then we'll be ready for business" Adam decided.

 

The others agreed. A night of debauchery was on is way but not what the guys expected.

Edited November 24, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

Part Seven: Rush In Roulette

 

A small amout of sunlight pierced through the window that was mostly boarded up. It's rays hit Adam's eyes directly. He slowly woke up. That ray was the only light in the entire room. He was unsure exactly where he was. He only new two things: 1) he was alone and 2) he heard Cuban rap indistinctly so he had to be in a Cuban neighborhood. His splitting migraine didn't help matters much. What the hell did you do? Adam thought sitting up. The small room was empty except for the Russo himself and a beat up wooden chair-and-table combo across from him.

 

The door was kicked and Adam was greeted with loud yelling in a foreign language. It wasn't Korean as he learned it as teenager from one of his kick-boxing buddies, the basics at least. Judging from the lanky, Asian man, it had to be at least Vietnamese or Mandarin.

 

Adam was dazed, as he stumbled to stand up the man punched him very hard making some blood spill from Adam's mouth.

 

"You just f*ck yourself" Adam turned to punch back but stopped right in his tracks when he was met face to face with the barrel of snub nose Colt Python.

 

The Asian man put up his hand to signaled to Adam that he had to sit down on the chair next to him. The Asian left and came in with Gerald McReary. He dragged the bloodied and beaten-up Irishman. His right eye was completely closed shut from a good punch and one of his cheeks was very swollen.

 

"I f*ckin' toldya I don't know jack sh*t about the batch of heroin that came in..." Gerry mumbled. Blood spilled out with each word. The man kicked Gerry the groin and sat him down on a chair across from Adam.

 

"Sonuva..." Gerry added, cupping his groin. He looked around with his good eye to see Adam. "Ruskie... that... you?"

 

"Yeah" Adam chimed in. He turned to his left and saw the Asian man walk up to the table and place the gun in between the both of them and yell "You motherf*ckers play now!!".

 

The whole experience was surreal. Adam felt he was seeing everything in slow-motion. He kept getting some flashes of the previous night. Quick pictures playing in his head: Packie doing some coke, Gordon having a three-way with some Ukrainian girls, and Adam getting into a strip-drinking game with a girl at his bar Mikhail's. None of this explained why he had an associate of his tortured in front of him and why he had to play Russian Roulette. The name of the game now seemed ironic to him.

 

"Tell my mom she was the best and that I know I'm a sh*tty son!" Gerry whispered picking up the revolver. He put towards his temple and as he was about to pull the trigger he turned the gun and aimed at the Asian. He pulled the trigger. No bullet fired.

 

"F*ck!!" Gerry screamed as his chest made friends with small steel knife. Adam lunged at the man put was shot in the chest on the way by the next bullet in the chamber.

 

Adamska Karnakov watched in peril as he saw a friend of his get violently stabbed in front of him, as he himself bled out by a bullet. If I played or not, that bullet was for me .

 

He slowly closed his eyes until he saw the last person he would ever in a million years he hoped would be his savior. Luis Lopez. A single round from a Desert Eagle ended the man's wretched life. Lopez stood over Adam's body and simply said, "Oye bro, we gotta go".

 

 

 

PLEASE RNR!!

[Mokrie Dela]

I thought he was a goner for a minute there!