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Inside the living room, nothing is visible as the night covers everything in a blanket of ebony. Two shadows move from upstairs to the downstairs living room. They float like ghosts and silently cruise on down to the couch in the living room. A lamplight switches on, tiny dust specks dance and float, and a Zippo lighter flips open. The flint of the lighter strikes quick and Vegas inhales the smoke into his lungs. He hands the cigarette over to Bones who sits opposite him on the couch before lighting a smoke of his own.
“What are we going to do about Martirio?” Vegas asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“I think he knows,” Bones says shaking his head.
“Well, then we’ve gotta waste him,” Vegas says, his voice soaked in paranoia.
He retrieves a gun from a drawer under the lamp.
They both stare at the nine-millimeter on the nightstand by the lamp.
Bones takes a beat to think it over.
“No, not us, we do it the same way we did Ricky. We set him up, send him back to the House of Sin, and let Raul deal with him. No blood on our hands, no harm, no foul, understand?”
“But the fucker’s been saying he won’t go back to Juarez for the life oh him,” Vegas objects.
“Yeah, but not for him. He goes back for his grandma, that’s always been the deal. He’s got nothing else to live for except to take care of that old hag whenever he can,” Bones breathes through the cigarette and the cherry burns bright.
“So, we go to his grandma’s house and steal her fucking medicine?” Vegas says, his voice ripe with doubt.
“Exactly. Then we send him a page the same day and then there’ll be no way for him to say no. He’ll be trapped,” his voice like a mad scientist, Bones stares again at the handgun by the lamp.
“Look man, I ain’t about to go into some old ladies house and steal her shit from her…” Vegas says.
Cutting him off, Bones interjects “You don’t have to do a God damn thing if you don’t want to. I’ll take care of it. You just send the page to Martirio’s beeper when I give you the call. From there on out, we let everything else take care of itself.”
They both sit in silent agreement.
Continuing on, Bones says, “When this month is over, we’ll be laughing this all off and none of this shit will matter, ok?”
A skeptical Vegas nods his head Bones.
And when this months over, whoever’s left standing will laugh last.
When this month is over, nothing and everything will be the same.