Wicked Break

Forty-nine

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room with a giant hose.

Mike laughed. “Oh, wait. Sorry. She’s only half spic, right?” He held up his hand. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s good to get a little variety once in a while. That’s what I was looking for. Spending time in bed with a little piece of dark meat isn’t all bad. But, Noah, come on. The little senoritas aren’t relationship material.” He smiled again.

I tried to stop everything from spinning in my head.

“You sent Peter Pluto to me,” I said.

“I knew you’d bust your ass to find the kid,” he said, nodding. “I knew you would. I didn’t intend for you to get the shit kicked out of you, but what can you do?” He held up his hands apologetically.

My conversations with Famazio floated into my mind.

“You’re one of the backers,” I said. “The anonymous donors that back up this shit.”

“You call it shit,” he said, amused. “I call it straightening out the world.”

The anger was rising up in me like a tidal wave. “Racist assholes are capable of straightening out the world?”

Berk laughed and shook his head. “That is old-school thinking, Noah.”

“Old-school? The confederate flag and lynchings are out?”

“So to speak,” he said, leaning against the bar. “It’s a little more sophisticated now.”

“Oh, yeah. Your buddies in National Nation seem completely sophisticated.”

“Think what you want,” he said. “But what I’m doing is right.”

His arrogance was infuriating. Realizing that someone I considered a friend believed in all this shit was like a kick in the face.

“Linc is safe,” I said. “And you won’t get to him.”

“He has our money,” Berk said, pointing a finger at me. “And he lied to the organization. That’s a problem.”

“Your money? Are you like the fuckin’ Klan treasurer?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “This is for real, Noah. We are going to change the world.”

“Spare me. Drunken powwows at a campground won’t do it.”

“They’re everywhere,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Nigger athletes taking white people’s money, in the local government, and overrunning this state’s universities.” He grinned. “Even wetback cops.” He shook his head. “It’s gonna stop and National Nation is going to be the leader. I’m proud to fund the cause.”

“Let me ask you this, Berk,” I said, trying to keep control. “Were you always this fucked up?”

His eyes blazed. “I’ve awakened to the problems in this society, my friend. If you were smart, you’d do the same.” He shook his head in disgust. “Instead of defending that nigger-lovin’ kid and sleeping with that half-breed.”

I fired my beer bottle at his head. He ducked and it smashed into the wall behind him, showering him with glass and fluid.

Mike stood up and glanced at the wall. “I was afraid it was gonna go like this,” he said. “I knew you weren’t smart enough to see it my way. I am truly sorry for that, Noah. I really am.”

I heard footsteps in the hallway behind me. Felt the adrenaline begin its push into my system, ignited by my anger, and now, fear.

“I believe you are acquainted with my associates,” Mike said.

I turned around, knowing who was waiting for me.

Lonnie laughed and put his hands together, cracking his knuckles loudly. Mo stood there with the same blank expression I’d seen before.

“‘Associates’ is the wrong word, Mike,” I said. “I think you meant ‘assholes.’”

Lonnie’s smile disappeared and he took a step toward me.

Mo waited for someone to tell him what to do.

Mike said, “I’m sorry it’s come to this, bro. I really am.”

“Fuck you,” I said to him. I looked at Lonnie. “And fuck you, too.”

“You’re dead, cocksucker,” Lonnie said. “Dead.”

Up until then, I’d feared Lonnie. But standing in that room with him, knowing this was going to finally end between us, the fear subsided and I realized that I hated Lonnie like I’d never hated anyone else I’d ever met. For killing Malia, for killing Peter, and for nearly killing me. If I was going to die, he was going with me.

I fixed my eyes on him. “Come and get me, asshole.”