Part five
“Hey!” Jude
yelled out over the crowded bar in Las Vegas.
The bar belonged to Antonio's uncle and had different locations in Texas, Arizona, California, and New Mexico. His uncle, God rest his soul, had passed away a year after Antonio went to prison. Some had said that he died from a broken heart after seeing his nephew sent to prison, but Antonio knew that wasn't true. His uncle had always had a bad heart. The reason he stopped running with his gang was because he couldn't keep up. In fact the reason why he started his bar was because he wanted to still be apart of things. He would stand behind his bar and watch all of the fights and set ups as if they were a TV show. He would even stand back and throw bottles, chairs, pool balls and pool sticks. To him, he was still an active member of the gang. He was just as involved as everyone else, especially when it came to the gangs business affairs. Someone smart, who knew how to talk to the cops, had to run it and it was him and he did.
Antonio couldn't count how many times his uncle had sprung one of them from jail. He was a crooked, but good man. His only fault was that he cared too much. Antonio always felt that his intense love for Antonio and Antonio's sister is what led him to be so violent. After Antonio's sister was murdered, he lost his mind, just like Antonio. He stepped out from behind the safety of his bar and joined Antonio and other members of their gang as they hunted down her killer. Antonio remembered telling his uncle to just let him handle it on his own, but he wouldn't hear one word of it. As the days drew on, his uncle became more and more tired, until eventually Antonio had to take over.
The bar belonged to Antonio's uncle and had different locations in Texas, Arizona, California, and New Mexico. His uncle, God rest his soul, had passed away a year after Antonio went to prison. Some had said that he died from a broken heart after seeing his nephew sent to prison, but Antonio knew that wasn't true. His uncle had always had a bad heart. The reason he stopped running with his gang was because he couldn't keep up. In fact the reason why he started his bar was because he wanted to still be apart of things. He would stand behind his bar and watch all of the fights and set ups as if they were a TV show. He would even stand back and throw bottles, chairs, pool balls and pool sticks. To him, he was still an active member of the gang. He was just as involved as everyone else, especially when it came to the gangs business affairs. Someone smart, who knew how to talk to the cops, had to run it and it was him and he did.
Antonio couldn't count how many times his uncle had sprung one of them from jail. He was a crooked, but good man. His only fault was that he cared too much. Antonio always felt that his intense love for Antonio and Antonio's sister is what led him to be so violent. After Antonio's sister was murdered, he lost his mind, just like Antonio. He stepped out from behind the safety of his bar and joined Antonio and other members of their gang as they hunted down her killer. Antonio remembered telling his uncle to just let him handle it on his own, but he wouldn't hear one word of it. As the days drew on, his uncle became more and more tired, until eventually Antonio had to take over.
Antonio did his
best to not only avenge his sisters death, but to also make his uncle
proud. However, what he really did was make a bad situation worst.
Antonio was a fire and the cop was the gasoline. When they collided
there was an explosion of fear and anger. To this day his heart
still raced when he thought about that fateful night. It was a night
that was bound to happen and Antonio wasn't ashamed to say he enjoyed
every minute of it. Even after spending twenty years in prison,
locked in a cold cell and having to watch his back every second of
everyday, it was still worth it and Antonio would gladly do it again.Anything for his sister.
(To Be Continued)
(To Be Continued)
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