Vendetta - Part Thirteen"Faster, faster!" Sean's voice barked at me as my fists pounded the boxing bag again and again. "Harder!" My arms drooped to my sides and I fell against the bag, my body sucking in oxygen in short, greedy gasps. Sean stood, sighing and walked over towards me. I closed my eyes, the sweat dripping from my face, trying to hold myself up. He kicked savagely at the boxing bag and I was thrown from my dusty, red refuge down to the cold, hard floorboards."No more." I managed to force out as he stood over me."I expect better than this from you Michael. I know you have the capacity for it, and you should by now as well." I stared up at him as if to say 'I'm sorry', but he began to walk away."Enjoy your break, we'll begin again in an hour." I closed my eyes again, the sound of my heartbeat thundering through my brain, as my body slowly shut down.The smell of smoke roused me from my nap, and I stood, rubbing at my eyes. The bright, orange glare of fire met my eyes and I quickly moved outside.
Vendetta - Part TwelveI stared at the badge in a stunned silence. Suddenly everything was starting to make some sense. This was a major clue in all that had been going on lately. Tom must have been going through my apartment to find some solid evidence to take me down with my old man. Looks like I'd been right on my grudge theory. Not to mention his "arrest" the night of the Francis job. No wonder the police had shown up as quickly as they had, Tom knew all the hit details. There was no other explanation for their unexpected arrival. All the beefed up security was becoming clearer now too. The old man must have figured there was someone inside and that was his best efforts to flush them out. Of all of the scenarios and explanations I had come up with, none of them came close to the small brass disc in front of me. Everything that had gone on, it all came down to one piece of shit undercover cop working for my father.I shoved the badge in my pocket, and paused. It didn't explain everything. There was still
Writing: A PortraitI let the music flow through my tired brain and right through my body as I tapped away at the keyboard in front of me. The soothing Latino tunes worked their magic as I sank further back into my chair. It had been too long since I'd done this. Busy or late nights had resulted in coming home just going to bed. No time for the only thing I had ever considered myself good at. A sad state of affairs really. But that didn't matter right now. No, right now, I was awash with the rhythm as I let the words come at their own speed. I paused, wondering when I would have a chance like this again, and put it out of mind, as I remembered a word I felt I didn't use frequently enough.The hour was late, but years of sleeping problems had stopped that from being a problem. If nothing else, it gave me a real sense of calm. There was nothing to distract me now. There were no demands on my time, nobody needed me for any particular purpose; the night was mine; and as the music moved into a slower, more rel