for the kill.”
Nervous about his plan to destroy Laurente, Salvador drove his SUV up to Laurente’s gift shop and parked. Having rehearsed his plan with Frank and Carina at least a hundred times, Salvador pulled back the lapel on his blazer, spied the gun tucked in his holster. Ready for war, he climbed out of the SUV, stalked up to the gift shop.
Leaving Carina in the car to pose as Sasha, Salvador flung open the door and marched inside the gift shop. With his bowed, Laurente stood behind the counter counting money. The heels of Salvador’s hard dress shoes clacked against the floor. Laurente’s head shot up.
A scar running down the side of his face, evil glared in his glass eye, and the other one, too. He put the money inside the cash register and shut it. “Well. Well. Well. If it ain’t Salvador. How’s the wife?” He looked out the window at Salvador’s SUV. “Oh, I see you bought Sasha with you.”
Blind bastard. That’s not Sasha. I’d never bring my wife around you. Ignoring Laurente, Salvador stalked down an aisle lined with Hilton Head Island souvenirs. Ceramic mugs, key chains, and towels…a little bit of everything was placed throughout the gift shop. Now at the back of the store, Salvador turned and faced Laurente. “You know, Laurente. I’m a little pissed at you.”
Laurente laughed. “Me?” He shrugged. “Laurente could care less about why you mad at him. For all Laurente care, you can go suck a dick! And get out of his store.”
Salvador hefted a mug in his hand. “Your merchandise is dusty as fuck.” Salvador clenched his teeth. “Just like your dusty ass…you sonofabitch. No one interrupts my wedding. Threatens my wife. And burn down my house.”
Laurente tossed his head back and laughed. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah, I burned down your house. So what—”
Salvador reached behind his back, pulled out a bat, and swung at the merchandise on the top shelf. Glass ornaments shattered. Pissed off, he swung the bat at the items on the second shelf. Mugs broke. Glass dolphins cracked. Merchandise fractured. Going on a rampage, he broke every got damn thing in his sight.
Right when Laurente whipped his pistol from the back of his pants, Frank and Al walked into the store, pretending to be customers. Never the one to do shit in public, Laurente quickly put his gun under the counter.
Salvador dropped the bat, stalked up to the cash register, and met Laurente’s evil stare head on. Leaning into the counter, Salvador clenched his teeth and mumbled, “Go ahead, make a move, I’ll blow your fucking brains out right here.”
“Excuse me, but do you have any fishing rods?” Frank asked, his eyes roaming around the gift shop.
Laurente pointed to the back of the gift shop. “Yes, they’re in the back. Watch out for the glass.”
“You bet,” Frank said, hefting a fishing rod from a basket.
Still standing at the counter across from Laurente, Salvador narrowed his eyes more. He took a picture out of his pocket and placed it on the counter. “I took this picture of Zena today while she was at the beach tanning. If you ever come near my wife or threaten her again, I’ll fuck Zena first, and then I’ll snap her neck in half. When I’m done, I’ll find you. Put you in a meat grinder and grind your punk ass up like hamburger meat.”
Laurente’s eyes darkened. “Fuck you.”
“By the way, check your surveillance cameras. They’re not working. I broke in here last night and destroyed them. You’ve met your match.” Knowing Laurente would undoubtedly seek revenge on him, Salvador stalked out of the store. I’m willing to die and/or go to prison for murder for my wife.
LAURENTE’S DARK GAZE followed Salvador as he stalked out of his gift shop. The stupid fuck climbed into his SUV, kissed his wife’s Sasha’s cheek, and drove off. Fuming, Laurente spied the huge mess Salvador had left in his store. Broken glass covered the floors and shelves. Salvador would pay with his life for coming into his store and destroying his merchandise. No one makes a fool of Laurente. No one fucks up Laurente’s merchandise and tries to embarrass him in front of his customers. Salvador is dead meat.
“Whew! It’s a mess back here. There’s glass everywhere,” one of the gentleman that’d walked in earlier exclaimed.
Laurente was so angry, he felt his blood pressure spike. “Sorry about the mess. The customer that just left got mad because I wouldn’t let him return an