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“Hey, Paulie,” said Roger.
“You have the money?”
“About that.” Dominic’s hand instinctively moved to his gun.
“Yes, about that,” said Paulie.
“It’s just that I don’t think it’s right I should have to pay for someone else’s debt.”
“But you vouched for the money,” Paulie said. “And now the money is gone. So, you’re responsible.”
“I’m sorry, Paulie, but I will have to disagree.”
Roger turned and walked back toward the front door.
“You’re making a mistake,” Paulie said. “Bad things are sure to come.”
“Not to me,” said Roger turning back to face the car.
Seeing the man behind them pull a gun, Dominic fired a shot out the window as he yelled for Paulie to drive. Two quick shots came back at them. As Paulie raced away, Dominic let three more rapid-fire shots fly before they turned the corner and were out of sight.
“I did tell you he didn’t want to pay,” Paulie reminded Dominic.
“One way or another he has to pay.”
“I think you hit one of them. I looked in the rearview as I was pulling away and saw one of them on the ground.”
“That’s all I need,” Dominic spat disgusted and punched the dashboard.
He picked up Angelica on his way home from Paulie’s. Part of him wanted to be alone, but the other part knew it wasn’t a good idea. Angelica was his part-time girlfriend. She was a Puerto Rican dancer who worked part-time at the local strip club. She seemed to do everything part-time. It’s cause of my son, Hector. He’s got a disability and needs me.
Angelica and Hector lived with her

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