The next shot from the bastard above me lands on my lower back. The pain coursing through me really makes me believe that I’ve got a broken spine as I tried to move. However, the goon picks me up with my collar and the back of my coat to send me flying over the table, face first into a couple of chairs. Of course, my survival mode kicked in while my brain sees that I’m closer to the exit out of the building. I crawl on my hands and knees to the door when I see two sets of legs walk in front of me. I don’t bother to glance up because I hear Antonio’s voice.
“Shamus, you got away with your scheme this time, but someone is going to put a bullet in your brain soon. Just remember that nobody gets over on me.”
The polished black leather shoe that struck my ribs I barely saw coming before the wind left my lungs. As I’m gasping for air like a fish out of water, the goons working for Antonio lift me and escort me out of the doors. Next thing I see is the scenery passing by as I land like a rag doll on the sidewalk.
Now, I’m not sure how long I lay there. It can seem like days when you’re struggling to breathe correctly. However, the next thing I see is a pretty face staring down at me like an angel. Her eyes are moist, and she reaches down to help me to my knees.
“You really are a fool, Mr. Dagger. And I thank you for it.”
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