"You are both useless crap." Brice rubbed the back of his neck. "You think a child wants to sell drugs and dreams about tearing up his community." With his eyes enlarge and veins on his neck swelled, he took hold of Goyo and brought him eye to eye. Smacking him across the face, Goyo bear hugged him.They feel. Constance pried them apart.
"Take it easy," Constance said, flashing Brice a cool it look. She stroke Goyo's face to stop his panting. Then she raced towards Brice.
"You can beat him but not me," Brice said, stepping away from her. "Killing Nachine will send a message to the drug king pins don't come to my block."
"We know about, Brice," Constance said. "You talked righteousness, your actions are not."
Goyo got up from the floor."Yasmine, she was Shawn's girlfriend." Stacking the plates from the table, he sneered."Oh wait, Yasmine and Brice plan to build a life together with their unborn baby before she miscarried. Nope. She aborted it. She didn't know whether the child was Shawn or his."
"Give me your key, Constance," Brice said."I need out of this insanity."
"Take your own car," Constance said.
"How did you bring my car here," Brice asked.
"We've been studying you since Arcadio's connect up with you." Constance snapped her fingers Goyo responded by going into the kitchen dropping the dishes in the sink. He retrieved Brice's key that was in a zip lock plastic bag.
"You tried to keep the key fresh?" Brice asked. "Who are you?"
"Our government sent us here," Constance said. "We're assassins, killing anyone who distribute or sell illegal drugs in Brazil. Unlike your officials, we rid our country of waste. The Bautista's family tries to hide and we go find them. "
"Please, you never have me believe a peanut and shell are trained killers. And there's a lot of history left out that I don't care to hear." Constance had been the crazy nut and Goyo was her fragile shell.
Brice toured the bungalow then he got in his car. Yasmine wouldn't kill our child. Our love was powerful back in the day. Constance joined him getting in the back seat of his Chrysler Shadow. Unfamiliar with the city, he allowed her to instructed him. Taking the exit for I-96, he planned to keep on it until the Greenfield Road exit. Goyo rode close to his bumper. "What he wants?"
Constance waived him off. "Is he blind?"
Exiting off the interstate, he passed up Bob Evans Restaurant and slammed on his brake pedal. Goyo swirled over to the passenger side.
"Shoot him, I put your guns on the passenger side floor," Constance said ducking down in the back seat. "Goyo is a coward."
"I'll shoot him." She reached between the driver and passenger's seats. Brice punched her hand.
"Constance will never replace me," Goyo said keeping speed with Brice's car.
Play this out without shooting, Brice thought. Known for being rough on minorities, Livonia is no place for a shoot out. Goyo slow down and shot at the back window.
Brice shifted the car to reverse, grabbed his guns then smashed the back of his car into Goyo's van. Shaking off the crash, he bailed out. He couldn't find Goyo, he got away. Constance squeezed from the backseat, psyching herself up to run towards traffic on Schoolcraft Road.
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