Free I Kill Monsters: Fury (Book 1) by Tony Monchinski

leave Boone’s. “Next time I say shoot this buffoon, do
it.”
    “Next time I will,” promised Daniella.
    Though they kept the barrels of their
submachine guns lowered, the three women didn’t turn as they walked
backwards down the alleyway. The black cat under the van dashed
after them.
    Gossitch and his men watched them go.
    “They really nuns, Frank?” Santa Anna
asked.
    “Yeah, but not the kind you’re thinking of.”
Gossitch hot boxed his pack of Marlboros. “That, gentlemen, was
‘the Sisterhood’.”
    “I think that one broad kind of liked me.”
Boone holstered his Smith & Wesson. The other men picked up
their pistols.
    “Nah,” said Madison. “But she was definitely
checking you out, Jay. What’s up with that?”
    “You’re imaging things,” he shot back.
“That’s what’s up with that.”
    “Maybe she smelled the pussy too,” offered
Bowie.
    “Come on, Jay,” said Boone. “Didn’t you ever
want to fuck a penguin?”
    Jay ignored him.

 
12.
9:15 A.M.
     
    “You comin’ out tonight man?” Hamilton asked
Jay.
    The din of the diner’s late morning breakfast
crowd competed with their conversation in the booth. Santa Anna was
on the pay phone near the entrance and Madison was in the
bathroom.
    “Gotta see,” said Jay, flipping through the
enormous laminated menu.
    “What, you hafta check with the woman first?”
Hamilton asked it with a smile but Jay didn’t take it that way.
    “It’s not like that, Ham.”
    “Come on, Jay, it’s exactly like that. And
it’s all cool, playa. I’m happy for you, man. I really am.”
    “It’s not like I’m a whipped boyfriend
or—”
    “Said the whipped boyfriend.” Hamilton smiled
and Jay had to laugh. “No, Jay, seriously, it’s all good.”
    “I know I haven’t been coming around as
much.” Jay, Hamilton, and Madison socialized outside of jobs.
    “Bring the lady, man,” said Hamilton. “She
got any friends?”
    They quieted down as Santa Anna slid into the
booth with them.
    “Call your wife?” Hamilton asked him.
    “Yeah, let her know I was grabbing some
breakfast with you guys. Thanks for inviting me.”
    “It’s good you came,” said Hamilton. “You
been runnin’ with Gossitch for how long?”
    “Man,” Santa Anna thought back. “Mid-80s we
started. Me and Bowie, few other guys.”
    “That why you guys have those Alamo names?”
asked Jay.
    “Exactly. Everybody in that crew did.”
    “And we’re the fuckin’ Federalist Papers.”
Madison joined them at the table.
    “You seen Lethal Weapon Four yet?” Hamilton asked Madison.
    “Yeah, that Jet Li is a bad ass fuck, ain’t
he?”
    “Shit yeah,” agreed Hamilton. “How’d he strip
that nine millimeter like that?” When the waitress came they
ordered their food and made small talk about the Mets and Armando
Reynoso.
    “Let me ask you guys a question,” Santa Anna
asked after he’d swallowed a mouthful of eggs. “What’s up with the
kid, Boone?”
    Hamilton rolled his eyes in his head.
    “He’s alright,” offered Madison. “So long as
Gossitch keeps him on his leash.”
    “He took a shot at that vamp in the
trailer.”
    “Might have been a good thing he missed,”
said Jay.
    “Well, bet he didn’t miss on purpose,” stated
Hamilton.
    Santa Anna asked what that meant.
    “Boone’s crazy,” explained Hamilton. “And
he’s a bad shot.”
    “He missed at that range,” noted Santa Anna,
“he sure is.”
    “Problem with Boone,” suggested Jay, “he
don’t respect the game.”
    “Knew some guys like the kid Inside,” nodded
Santa Anna. “But you know what? Most like him never get to see
prison.”
    “I doubt you knew anybody like Boone in
prison,” said Hamilton. “No disrespect, but I doubt you ever knew
anyone like Boone.”
    “Yeah,” said Madison. “It’s a good thing he’s
on our side. Even if he can’t shoot for shit.”
    Jay dabbed at his mouth with his napkin,
reached down and checked his pager.
    “Be right back,” he