“No, Bodie, I don’t.”
“He really don’t get it,” Bobby said. He got in Bodie’s face. “You leavin’ this room in a body bag.”
“You know, laid out for everyone to see. Ain’t that how you were telling everybody you wanted to see us? Something about lining all of us up in body bags for everyone to see.”
“That was just me talkin’ big!” Bodie yelled.
“So you thought you had big cojones,” Bobby said in the worst Spanish accent I’d ever heard, so I told him.
“Yo, Bobby, that has got to be the worst accent I’d ever heard,” I said, and Bobby stopped hitting Bodie.
“Oh I guess you could do better?”
“Probably.”
“Yeah, well, you like bonin’ those mita, mita Puerto Rican bitches,” Bobby said, and went back to punching Bodie.
“Actually, its mira, and it means look,” I said, and Bobby stopped.
“There you go again.” He punched Bodie so hard that the chair tipped over with Bodie still tied to it. “Always gotta be so precise with shit.”
“Sorry. I like Hispanic women.” I got up and helped Bobby pick up Bodie’s chair.
“Yeah, well, I was in the middle of something.”
“Sorry I interrupted.”
“Now, where was I?”
“Big cojones.”
“Thank you.” Bobby punched Bodie in the face. “You only thought you had big cojones. Mine are bigger.”
“Tell me where the money is Bodie, and all this can stop,” I said and then I got up and pulled my chair next to Bodie. Then I took out my gun and unloaded it. I eased Bodie’s pinky in the trigger guard and jerked it back as hard and as fast as I could and broke his finger.
“Ow, shit!” Bodie screamed in pain as I moved on to his ring finger.
“That’s for not handing me my money when I told you to.”
“Fuck you, Black!”
“Where’s the money?” I asked and snapped another one. The middle finger was next.
“Ow, shit! You fuckin’ bastard!”
Bobby punched him in the face. “Watch your fuckin’ language. Least you could do is show some fuckin’ respect while we beat you to death.”
Bodie gritted his teeth.
“Tell me where the money is, and all this stops,” I said, and snapped his index finger.
“Fuck!”
“Look, Mike, I don’t think that finger breaking shit is gonna work.”
“I don’t know, Bob. I mean the boy got six more fingers, but if you got a better idea, jump in anytime.”
Bobby took out his gun and shot Bodie in one leg.