The gun spoke for him.
He guessed that the recipient of the bullet didn't like his response. But it still made Max feel good. He was having one hell of a bad week, and this day put the capper on it. He needed a release and he had found it.
He guessed that the recipient of the bullet didn't like his response. But it still made Max feel good. He was having one hell of a bad week, and this day put the capper on it. He needed a release and he had found it.
There was a thud in the distance.
"Okay boys, let him have it!" a voice shouted, and then followed that with a hail of bullets.
Max was resting against the wall, cigarette dangling from his lips. The sound of bullets bouncing off concrete, marble, plaster, metal was beautiful music to him. Soothing the savage beast.
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