arrived at the Salvation Army drop box. She sat in the car, staring at the bag. It was as if the thing was talking to her, telling her to keep it; to go on a spending spree and buy everything that would make her happy , and all her troubles would be gone.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What could Tony have done for that money? Could he have killed someone? No. He was the most non-violent man she’d ever known. He didn’t even like football. Tears ran down her face as she opened the door, jumped out of the car and grabbed the bag. Without looking, she hurled it into the collection bin and got back into the car. If Tony hadn’t killed anyone yet, he was going to kill her for sure. She just tossed a hundred thousand dollars away.
It was the right decision. Tony could be mad all he wanted. Though part of her wondered if she shouldn’t have kept some of that money so she could start planning an exit strategy for her and Taylor. Divorce wasn’t her first choice. Maybe this job will be a short term thing, or maybe it’s not as bad as she’s making it out to be. Either way, it was going to be a tough road ahead, no matter how much money he made.
Chapter 16
Tony wasn’t aware of the eighteen wheeler until it rammed his bumper. The jolt shook him out of his trance as he looked up and saw the rig in his rearview mirror.
“What the hell…” he said as the rig rammed him again , this time much harder. He tried to keep control of the truck as it began to fish tail. He hit the gas, trying to speed up but the rig closed in again, hitting him one more time. This time the box truck veered to the shoulder and rolled onto its side. Tony undid his seatbelt as blood ran down his forehead. He didn’t feel any pain, but must have hit his head.
As he crawled around the cab, he looked up at the mirror. He saw a man with a rifle exiting the semi and walking toward him. Shit! The windshield was all busted up. He began kicking at it. After several blows, the windshield fell out so he could crawl free of the cab. He was at the front of the truck, unsure where the gunman was. Keeping his head down, he took off running toward the field on the right side of the road.
Gunshots erupted behind him as he ran in a zigzag pattern. One round just missed him by inches as dirt kicked up just to his left. He ran until he reached some trees and stood behind one, trying to catch his breath. Slowly he peeked around the tree and saw a second man walking through the field looking around. The first one was looking around the box truck. Fucking shit. Tony turned and kept running past more trees and down a hill.
There was a stream running along the base of the hill. He ran through it and up another hill. He turned, but there was no one chasing him. Well that was one good thing at least. The bad thing was, he just lost a load. From what he had heard, you only lose a load once with these guys. He had no ideas who the assholes in the semi were. No one told him of any rival gangs or someone who would know what their trucks looked like or anything. Guess he should have figured there’d be other hazards besides the cops.
He continued through the field until he reached a small house. There was a car sitting in the driveway. It was an old car, a 1987 Chevy Caprice. The windows were rolled down, so he climbed in and shut the door. The keys were in the ignition. This seemed way too convenient . He turned the key in the ignition, but the engine just sputtered. Then he remembered the age of the car. He pumped the gas pedal five times and turned the key again. This time the engine roared to life. There was apparently no muffler, or a crappy one considering how loud the thing was. He backed out of the driveway and onto the road.
The car drove pretty well for its age. He raced home as fast as he could without getting himself pulled over again. That was the last thing
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What could Tony have done for that money? Could he have killed someone? No. He was the most non-violent man she’d ever known. He didn’t even like football. Tears ran down her face as she opened the door, jumped out of the car and grabbed the bag. Without looking, she hurled it into the collection bin and got back into the car. If Tony hadn’t killed anyone yet, he was going to kill her for sure. She just tossed a hundred thousand dollars away.
It was the right decision. Tony could be mad all he wanted. Though part of her wondered if she shouldn’t have kept some of that money so she could start planning an exit strategy for her and Taylor. Divorce wasn’t her first choice. Maybe this job will be a short term thing, or maybe it’s not as bad as she’s making it out to be. Either way, it was going to be a tough road ahead, no matter how much money he made.
Chapter 16
Tony wasn’t aware of the eighteen wheeler until it rammed his bumper. The jolt shook him out of his trance as he looked up and saw the rig in his rearview mirror.
“What the hell…” he said as the rig rammed him again , this time much harder. He tried to keep control of the truck as it began to fish tail. He hit the gas, trying to speed up but the rig closed in again, hitting him one more time. This time the box truck veered to the shoulder and rolled onto its side. Tony undid his seatbelt as blood ran down his forehead. He didn’t feel any pain, but must have hit his head.
As he crawled around the cab, he looked up at the mirror. He saw a man with a rifle exiting the semi and walking toward him. Shit! The windshield was all busted up. He began kicking at it. After several blows, the windshield fell out so he could crawl free of the cab. He was at the front of the truck, unsure where the gunman was. Keeping his head down, he took off running toward the field on the right side of the road.
Gunshots erupted behind him as he ran in a zigzag pattern. One round just missed him by inches as dirt kicked up just to his left. He ran until he reached some trees and stood behind one, trying to catch his breath. Slowly he peeked around the tree and saw a second man walking through the field looking around. The first one was looking around the box truck. Fucking shit. Tony turned and kept running past more trees and down a hill.
There was a stream running along the base of the hill. He ran through it and up another hill. He turned, but there was no one chasing him. Well that was one good thing at least. The bad thing was, he just lost a load. From what he had heard, you only lose a load once with these guys. He had no ideas who the assholes in the semi were. No one told him of any rival gangs or someone who would know what their trucks looked like or anything. Guess he should have figured there’d be other hazards besides the cops.
He continued through the field until he reached a small house. There was a car sitting in the driveway. It was an old car, a 1987 Chevy Caprice. The windows were rolled down, so he climbed in and shut the door. The keys were in the ignition. This seemed way too convenient . He turned the key in the ignition, but the engine just sputtered. Then he remembered the age of the car. He pumped the gas pedal five times and turned the key again. This time the engine roared to life. There was apparently no muffler, or a crappy one considering how loud the thing was. He backed out of the driveway and onto the road.
The car drove pretty well for its age. He raced home as fast as he could without getting himself pulled over again. That was the last thing
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