I Kill Monsters: Fury (Book 1) by Tony Monchinski Read Free Book Online Page B

forehead.
    “Hey, Boone,” Bowie thought he’d have some
fun with the kid. “I bought my ma and her friend tickets to go see
Johnny Mathis at Westbury. Now her girlfriend can’t go.”
    Boone had a look on his face like he didn’t
know what Bowie was talking about.
    “Ma needs a date in two weeks. Think you can
do me a favor?”
    “Johnny Mathis? Why would I want to go see
that fag? And would they turn this fag the fuck off!” Boone
punched the wall again.
    “Must be nice to be in love,” Bowie remarked
to Jay.
    “I didn’t say I was in love.”
    “Nothing wrong with love, man,” offered Santa
Anna. “You know what got me through the night, all those nights
Inside?”
    “All those hard white dicks?” wagered
Boone.
    Santa Anna looked at Boone but spoke to Jay.
“Thinking about my wife. And my kids. That’s what got me
through.”
    “You tryin’ to intimidate me, lookin’ at me
like that?” Boone asked nonchalantly. “Cause it ain’t working.”
    Santa Anna ignored him.
    “So you coming out tonight or what, Jay?”
Bowie asked.
    “Yeah, haven’t seen or heard much from you
since you shacked up with what’s-her-name,” noted Boone.
    “I think we’ll be there.”
    “Gotta get the old lady’s permission?” goaded
Boone. “See, Bowie, he’s already pussy whipped.”
    “Boone,” stated Jay, “you’re a motherfucker,
you know that? Pendejo …”
    “Not your mother, Jay. I seen that bitch. And
no, Bowie, I won’t be your mom’s date to see Johnny Mathis
either.”
    “In case you haven’t figured it out by now,”
Bowie said it for Santa Anna but announced it nice and loud to
everyone in the back of the van. “Boone is royal ball buster.”
    “And here I was,” replied Santa Anna,
“thinking he was just fucking with me.”
    “When I’m fuckin’ with you,” promised Boone,
“you’ll know it.”
    “Remind me again, Boone,” Jay sounded
slightly perturbed. “Why does Gossitch keep your ass around?”

 
10.
7:15 A.M.
     
    “ Kosh Amadid !” Fakhri welcomed
them, gesturing expansively to the hookah on the low table.
“Please, friends, help yourselves. Raheem will be here
shortly.”
    Santa Anna crossed his legs on the tasseled
cushions around the table with Bowie, Jay, and Gossitch. The other
men were outside with the van.
    “It is good to see you, doostam ,” gold
glittered in Fakhri’s mouth as he smiled at Santa Anna. He was only
five feet tall but he was nearly half of that wide and a red fez
adorned his shaved head.
    “It’s good to be back, my friend,” replied
Santa Anna. It was true. It’d been a long time since he’d smoked
the hookah at Raheem’s.
    “Much too long you were away from us.” Fakhri
bowed his head and the tassel on his fez swung back and forth..
    “Well, I’m back now, Fak. And I’m planning to
stay.”
    “And your presence here pleases us, doost .” An attendant with an official Oasis Smoke Shop staff-shirt had parted the rugs separating
their table. The man bore a cushion on which rested a blue glass
bottle. He stood there until Fakhri clapped his hands and said
something in Farsi. The man proffered the cushion reverently and
Fakhri delicately took the bottle from its resting place in both
hands.
    The Persian placed the bottle on an empty
cushion across from the four seated men.
    “Please,” Fakhri gestured, indicating
Gossitch, the leader of these men. “Smoke.”
    Gossitch, in turn, nodded to Santa Anna, who
thanked him.
    Santa Anna took a long, slow pull off one of
the four synthetic leather hoses attached to the hookah. The water
in the glass vase bubbled and his lungs filled with the sweet
shisha smoke. He held it and exhaled.
    Fakhri was looking expectantly at him.
    “Delicious my friend.”
    Gold flashed in the Persians mouth again. He
uncorked the bottle on the cushion and bowed to it.
    “Raheem will be with you momentarily.” Fakhri
held out an empty palm to the bottle and backed away. He turned
around, clapped his hands