They’d just crossed into Arkansas. John suggested a stop for gas and a bite to eat.
“I need to stretch my legs, and then you can take over the driving. Texas is a real bitch to get through.”
Curt smirked. “Yeah, it’s like driving through three states. So, what do you think of these wheels?”
John shrugged. “Unless it’s a Ferrari, Lambo, or an Aston Martin Vanquish, it’s just a car. Why?”
Curt chuckled. “Come on, brother. It’s a decent set of wheels. Maybe I’ll buy one, you know, as Morgan Allen.”
They both laughed. “Morgan Allen sounds a hell of a lot better than Donald Hendricks,” John said. “Seriously? Donald? Paulo could have chosen a different name. It reminds me of Donald Duck. That ass deserved to die just for that reason alone.” He grinned at Curt. “So you like the Panamera 4 Sport Turismo?”
Curt ran his hand across the butter-soft leather. “What’s not to like? And a thousand bucks for a five-day rental? We have a quality vehicle here, dude. Plus, the burgundy-red color reminds me of a bottle of fine wine.”
John turned in at the first gas station-fast food shop he saw. “Speaking of fine, how about some fine dining?” He pulled in and filled the car with premium gas. Then they parked and went inside, where they ordered four breakfast wraps and used the facilities.
Sitting outside at one of the three umbrella tables, Curt bit into his first bacon, chicken, and cheese wrap. With a mouthful of food, he asked what the plan was once they’d arrive in Chicago.
“It’s simple, bro. We have two main concerns, and then we’re heading back to Mexico for good. One is Jared Bell, and we’ll eliminate him quickly.” A wide grin spread across John’s face.
“And the other? Are we going after Cruz and the guys that were watching Bell’s house?” Curt slurped his iced tea and waited.
John swatted the air and grumbled. “They’ll get theirs later. Believe me, they have a lot of explaining to do. After Bell, we’ll take care of Jesse McCord. That’ll be a longer, much slower process, if you get my drift.”
Curt’s eyes lit up. “Hell yeah, I get it.”
“Good. Jake deserves justice, and as his brothers, we’ll torture and kill Jesse McCord together.”
“I’m on board with that.” Curt glanced at his watch as he finished his second wrap and balled up the bag. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and tossed everything in the trash can. “Let’s head out.” He rubbed his hands together then tipped his head toward the parked car. “Besides, we’ve got a long road ahead of us, and I need to get behind the wheel of that beauty.”