Finally, a sneak peek at the book! This is a scene toward the center of the book where two of our main characters have something of a stand-off in one of their living rooms. I can’t say too much because I don’t want to give it away, but let’s just say at this point in the novel, emotions are running high!
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“You got it all figured out, huh?”
“Think? Oh no, buddy. I know! What could possibly go wrong? Brice isn’t a threat to me and if he was, we would’ve known by now. NO one threatens me without some sort of a serious statement.” Will’s face changed from uncertainty to understanding. “I know. Go ahead and say it. Mattie’s a genius.” Will shook his head amusedly.
There was a knock at the door and the men exchanged glances. “Who the hell could that be?” Matthew glanced at his watch before he looked back at Will. “It’s a little late for chit chat.” He picked up a cigarette, pushed it between his lips and began his search for a lighter. A harder knock sounded and he paused. He briskly jogged over to the front door and pulled it open. Chris stood there with a gun pointed in Matthew’s face which caused him to stumble backwards in surrender.
“WOAH!” Will screamed out and leapt up from his seat at the kitchen table. He raced into the living room, jumped over the couch, and threw his hands up as Chris pointed the gun at him. “Chris, calm down!”
“YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?! Some Grand Theft Auto? Some Call of Duty?” Chris lifted an eyebrow and Matthew’s eyes traveled to the gun. He recognized it as an old revolver. How the hell did this kid get his hands on one of those? He’s barely even out of high school. His heart thudded in his chest as the gun met his face once more. “There is no reset button on life!” Chris was seemingly mindless as he thrust the gun back and forth between the two men.
“What’s wrong? Look. Whatever it is, we can fix it.” Matthew spoke in a low tone. He had learned early on that when dealing with a disgruntled “client”, you had to chill out or they wouldn’t.
“Don’t play stupid with me! Why’d you leave this at my door? Talking about ‘Welcome to warfare, Lil Man.’ You know, that nickname is getting a little rusted!”
“Wait! Chris!” Will put his hands up again. “We didn’t leave anything at your door. What are you talking about?”
“PLAY STUPID!” Chris yelled out and took the gun off of safety. Matthew snuck a glance at Will who became petrified instantly. Matthew’s cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he contemplated his next move.
“WE didn’t leave anything on your stoop dude! We would’ve handed it to you personally! Remember, loyalty? You gotta trust me on this one.” Will cried out and Matthew could sense the desperate pleading in his voice. Everything seemed different when the tables were turned.
“I guess you can consider this grace on my end.” Chris smirked over the top of the gun before his eyes landed back on Matthew. His heart thudded in his ear, but suddenly, it became clear to him what had taken place. He used one of his knuckles to wipe the sweat off of his eyebrow before he looked into Chris’ eyes.
“It’s Brice. He’s trying to tell us something.” His hands dropped to his sides.
“What do you mean?” Chris lifted an eyebrow and Matthew could tell that he was trying to be as unrelenting as possible, but for all anyone knew, the gun may not have even been loaded.
“You’re right.” Will muttered as Matthew came toward him and took his lighter out of his friend’s shirt pocket. Shakily, he lit his cigarette and took a pull.
“What’s he trying to tell us?” Chris’ voice became frantic as he clenched the gun tightly.
“Put that thing down before you hurt yourself.” Matthew glared at Chris. His own confidence had found its way back into his voice. “We gotta get you the hell out of dodge.” Matthew looked from Will to Chris as he thought about their next move. They both looked at him, desperate, needy even. In a matter of 3.3 seconds, the empire that Matthew had spent years building seemed to be crashing down before his eyes.