There was a low “bonk!”, and a sharp crack from the alley below.
Eugene screamed, “f**k, no no no!” A car door was flung open. “My Beamer! My beautiful brand new 650i Beamer!” Footsteps ran to the side of the alley with Jason’s Lincoln Navigator. You…” A shot rang out. “…God—” Bang! “—damned…” Bang! “…dick!” Bang! Bang! Bang!
Danny giggled.
Sergey made several loud, pained grunting noises.
Deshaun nervously said, “Hey… Hey, Sergey. You okay, boss-man? You don’t look so good…”
The large Russian snapped back gruffly, “Mind your own f*****g business!”
Eugene abandoned his tantrum and spoke a few words of Russian, his voice heavy with concern.
“I said I’m fine, God damn it,” Sergey rumbled defiantly. “Now let’s think of way to… to… How you would say?”
Deshaun offered, “f**k these shith
