CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

 

The gun was buried in a shallow grave not far from the apartment building. It was one of many such burial grounds scattered across the vacant lots and dilapidated, abandoned buildings in that part of town. Rafael dug it out with his bare hands. He had somehow felt that he would be reunited with the piece again someday.

Looks like today’s my lucky day! But not so lucky for others.

Kissing the .25 caliber handgun, he stuck it inside his pants. He had some unfinished business to take care of.

It was time to collect from those who owed him.

That bastard, Judge Crawford got his.

His whore wife was a freebie, and worth the effort. Rafael had recognized her the moment he saw her pretty face. Before she hooked up with the judge, he had watched her dance in the strip clubs, knowing then that she would do whatever men with enough cash paid her to do.

Only he took his for free. And made the bitch beg for her life for his trouble.

Maybe when this is over I’ll pay her another visit. This time it would be for keeps!

Right now it was time for the lawyer who had sent him to prison to get what was coming to him. The asshole was now a judge. One who had tried to put him away again.

Just like his lady lover bitch had tried to do.

Both would pay dearly with their lives.

But with the prosecutor broad, Rafael would have some fun first. Just as Manuel had tried to do before they stopped him in his tracks. He would make Beverly Mendoza feel everything the judge’s whore felt. Only twice as much. Before he killed her.

Maybe he’d torture and kill the bitch’s son right in front of her. Then she would know what it really meant to hurt in ways she could not even imagine.

Already Rafael was starting to feel good again and glad to get another chance to make things right before disappearing for good.

He had Judge Grant Nunez to thank for that. He intended to thank him personally.

Along with the Assistant D.A., Beverly Mendoza.