Look who's back... two years after his first ever published piece... he's my best mate, but not my lover!
Best Mates and Lovers
They were best mates.
So when a best mate shits on you from a dizzy height, it puts you in a similar position to the one Jimmy was in now: sat in his mate’s kitchen with his mate’s naked wife tied to a chair.
“I can’t believe Rob would do it,” Jimmy said to her.
There was no response: her balled up panties were stuffed in her mouth and secured by gaffer tape. Make-up and tears smeared her face.
“What a twat! My best mate for years. I’ll fuckin’ kill him.”
“You wouldn’t believe the shit we’ve done together: dealing, armed robbery, women. Holy shit, we double teamed more women than most men have had hot dinners.”
Jimmy took a big mouthful of Rob’s prized, single malt whisky.
“I’m sure he won’t mind me drinking this… seeing as I bought it for him.”
He pointed the gun at her face, pushing her nose to one side with the muzzle. She tried to move but Jimmy forced the gun against her skin.
“You know, I should stick one up you right now. Fuck! I can’t believe he’s done it and right under our noses.” Jimmy waved the gun at his own face and then hers.
The woman shook her head, mumbling something against the gag.
He hit the bottle of malt again, gulping it down. A trail of the fiery liquid spilled down his chin and he wiped it away with his shirt sleeve.
He gave out a growl and said, “I remember winning this for him at an auction. Two and a half grand I paid for it. Bastard…”
Jimmy drank more from the bottle and slammed it on the table next to his mate’s wife.
“The only thing is, Sonia, is that it leaves a bad taste in my mouth now. A bitter taste, you know what I mean?”
“Oh, you can fuckin’ cry, bitch. You’ll cry even more when you watch me put a bullet through your husband's head. Then... then, I’ll drag my whore of a wife over here and put one straight through her cheating face before finishing you off. What do you think about that, eh?”
Jimmy pushed the gun in her face again then trailed it down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach to the neatly manicured bush between her legs. Her thighs clenched together, a loud sob escaping from behind her gag.
“You know, you’re a fine looking woman, Sonia. I’ll save you for Rob when he gets here. Yeah, wait ‘til the bastard get’s here and fuck you right in front of him. See how he likes it.”
Breathing alcoholic fumes, he licked up the side of her face. With his left hand he brushed the skin of her right shoulder, moving slowly down to her breast. He groped her and then snatched his hand away, laughing hard.
“So, where are we at, Sonia? Your husband’s fucked me over. He stole all the money from our last job. 120K gone in the blink of an eye and then he fucks my wife behind my back. How do I know, I hear you thinking. The bastard dropped this in my fuckin’ bedroom, that’s how."
Jimmy slammed a wrinkled betting slip onto the table. Sonia’s eyes widened.
“Another one of his bad tips,” Jimmy spat, poking the gun in Sonia’s face. “It must have fallen out of his pocket while he was putting his trousers back on after poking my missus.”
Sonia looked down, shoulders shaking as she started crying again.
“So, now I think you can understand my actions, can’t you?”
Jimmy lowered the gun, grabbed the whisky from the table and took a step away from the crying woman.
Lifting the bottle to his lips, he said, “It won’t be long now though, Sonia. As soon as he gets here I’m gonna end his fuckin’ li…”
The bottle exploded in Jimmy’s hand. Glass, blood and whisky showered the naked woman sat in front of him. Blood bubbled out of the hole in Jimmy’s throat. His arms fell to his sides and he dropped to his knees. He wobbled for a second before falling backwards, his head cracking as it slammed against the tiled floor.
Footsteps approached and Sonia raised her head slowly, a smile spreading behind the gag. A gun was placed on the table and the gag was removed from Sonia’s mouth.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. I… I was afraid something had happened to you though,” Sonia replied as her hands and feet were untied.
“Did he fall for the betting slip?”
Sonia was helped to her feet and sidestepped the body, avoiding the glass on the floor.
“Yes, he fell for it big time,” she replied. “Are you okay, though?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Sonia shivered, covering her nakedness with her arms. “Did you do it?"
Jimmy’s wife, Helen, removed her jacket and draped it over her lover’s shoulders, kissing her gently.
“Yes I did it. Rob's dead, Jimmy's dead, and we're a hundred and twenty grand better off."
David Barber is from Manchester, England but now lives in Crieff, Scotland with his wife and their two daughters. His writing has appeared in various web-zines including Thrillers, Killers ‘n’ Chillers, A Twist Of Noir and The New Flesh, to name a few, and on his own website, davidbarberfiction.blogspot.com. He is the editor of The Flash Fiction Offensive and is currently working on a novel.