Page 165 of Capuleto

“Don’t be absurd!” he exclaimed, agitated. “I’m not a fucking faggot!”

“Of course not, because they have far more balls than you show,” I replied, advancing stealthily.

I still couldn’t see him. Where the hell had he gone?

I reached the next container. On the ground, there was a stone I didn’t hesitate to throw to hit the module closest to my car.

As soon as the stone hit, a new shot rang out.

I smiled inwardly. One less bullet in his tally, he had only one shot left.

“It seems you’re in trouble, Korolev… One shot left and I’ve got five,” I said haughtily.

“Is that an invitation? You know what rhymes with five. Maybe it turns out that’s what you’ve been looking for all along, to be my Italian whore.”

“You wish.”

His voice sounded closer.

I had two containers left to reach the car; if I was smart, I could make it. I was thinking about it when I heard a slight creak above my head. I didn’t stop to check if it was Yuri or a damn seagull. I moved aside quickly, and his last bullet wheezed past the sole of my shoe.

My brother-in-law didn’t wait. He lunged at me and struck my wrist, making me lose my weapon. It slid three meters on the asphalt.

“Now I’m really going to fuck you up,” he murmured, grabbing my lip to bite it. I struggled and punched him in the side, making him let go of me abruptly. “Too bad my little sister can’t see my mark on your mouth. When I’m done with you, I’m going to sodomize you so you understand that if you cried so much for me, it was because deep down you longed for my cock.”

“You’re sick.”

I tried to headbutt him. The Russian wasn’t as heavy as me; his muscles had always been less prominent, so my best asset would be my strength. I made the move, but he slipped his fingers into my wound, digging into it, causing an uncontrollable spasm.

I screamed in pain and swear I felt his erection against my pelvis. The bastard was getting aroused!

I tried to break free; Yuri was trying to tear my flesh. The pain was unbearable. I roared, and despite writhing, I punched him in the jaw with my left hand.

His mouth filled with blood. He didn’t swallow it; he spat it on my face with a smile that resembled a psychopath’s.

The blow helped me throw him off and catapult him to the side.

The wound was driving me mad. I put my hand over it, feeling the hot liquid spilling over my palm.

My brother-in-law rolled over and didn’t hesitate to throw himself over me to reach my weapon. I couldn’t allow it. I grabbed his ankle, and he tried to kick me in the face. This time I prevented it, I twisted his foot to fracture his ankle, and he howled like a dog.

I pulled him towards me with all my strength and dragged him. Yuri had reached the butt of my weapon with his fingertips, there was no time to lose.

I needed to get the gun. We fought hand-to-hand for possession of it; I used his technique and went for Yuri’s clavicle wound. He roared. When I was just touching the butt, Yuri changed his position and dug into my open flesh with even more fury. He was a damn unscrupulous beast.

A police siren reverberated closer. Had someone reported the shooting? Maybe a port worker.

I looked at Yuri.

“You won’t get out of this,” I threatened, hitting his side to free myself from the torture.

“We’ll see about that.” He pulled my flesh so hard that I released his wrist by reflex. I received a blow from the butt that made my head bounce off the asphalt.

“See you soon, Capulet,” he whispered in my ear, patting my pockets.

The pain had me dazed, but I hadn’t lost consciousness. I had to get up, I couldn’t fail my wife, or myself.

I crawled on the ground, my mind foggy, leaving a trail of blood under my body.