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The Laughing Corpse :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 196 из 213"I'd like to kill you now," he said. His voice sounded raw with pain.
"A dislocated knee hurts like hell, doesn't it?" I smiled when I said it. Better dead than a willing servant of the voodoo queen.
I think he ground his teeth. The gun wavered just a little, but I think that was rage, not pain. "I will enjoy killing you."
"You didn't do so good last time. I think the judges would have given the match to me."
"There are no fucking judges here. I am going to kill you."
"Bruno," Gaynor said, "we need her alive and whole."
"After she raises the zombie?" Bruno asked.
"If she is a willing servant of the Seсora, then you are not to hurt her. If the compulsion doesn't work, then you may kill her."
Bruno gave a fierce flash of teeth. It was more snarl than smile. "I hope the spell fails."
Gaynor glanced at his bodyguard. "Don't let personal feelings interfere with business, Bruno."
Bruno swallowed hard. "Yes, sir." It didn't sound like a title that came easily to him.
Enzo came around the corner behind Dominga. He stayed near the wall as far from her «creation» as he could get.
Antonio had finally lost his job as bodyguard. It was just as well. He was much better suited to stool pigeon.
Tommy came limping down the hall, still sort of scrunched over himself. The big Magnum was in his hands. His face was nearly purple with rage, or maybe pain. "I'm gonna kill you," he hissed.
"Take a number," I said.
"Enzo, you help Bruno and Tommy tie this little girl to a chair in the room. She's a lot more dangerous than she seems," Gaynor said.
Enzo grabbed my arm. I didn't fight him. I figured I was safer in his hands than either of the other two. Tommy and Bruno both looked as if they were looking forward to me trying something. I think they wanted to hurt me.
As Enzo led me past them, I said, "Is it because I'm a woman or are you always this bad at losing?"
"I'm gonna shoot her," Tommy grunted.
"Later," Gaynor said, "later."
I wondered if he really meant that. If Dominga's spell worked, I'd be like a living zombie, obeying her will. If the spell didn't work, then Tommy and Bruno would kill me, a piece at a time. I hoped there was a third choice.
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The third choice was being tied to a chair in the room where I woke up. It was the best of the three choices, but that wasn't saying much. I don't like being tied up. It means your options have gone from few to none.
"A dislocated knee hurts like hell, doesn't it?" I smiled when I said it. Better dead than a willing servant of the voodoo queen.
I think he ground his teeth. The gun wavered just a little, but I think that was rage, not pain. "I will enjoy killing you."
"You didn't do so good last time. I think the judges would have given the match to me."
"There are no fucking judges here. I am going to kill you."
"Bruno," Gaynor said, "we need her alive and whole."
"After she raises the zombie?" Bruno asked.
"If she is a willing servant of the Seсora, then you are not to hurt her. If the compulsion doesn't work, then you may kill her."
Bruno gave a fierce flash of teeth. It was more snarl than smile. "I hope the spell fails."
Gaynor glanced at his bodyguard. "Don't let personal feelings interfere with business, Bruno."
Bruno swallowed hard. "Yes, sir." It didn't sound like a title that came easily to him.
Enzo came around the corner behind Dominga. He stayed near the wall as far from her «creation» as he could get.
Antonio had finally lost his job as bodyguard. It was just as well. He was much better suited to stool pigeon.
Tommy came limping down the hall, still sort of scrunched over himself. The big Magnum was in his hands. His face was nearly purple with rage, or maybe pain. "I'm gonna kill you," he hissed.
"Take a number," I said.
"Enzo, you help Bruno and Tommy tie this little girl to a chair in the room. She's a lot more dangerous than she seems," Gaynor said.
Enzo grabbed my arm. I didn't fight him. I figured I was safer in his hands than either of the other two. Tommy and Bruno both looked as if they were looking forward to me trying something. I think they wanted to hurt me.
As Enzo led me past them, I said, "Is it because I'm a woman or are you always this bad at losing?"
"I'm gonna shoot her," Tommy grunted.
"Later," Gaynor said, "later."
I wondered if he really meant that. If Dominga's spell worked, I'd be like a living zombie, obeying her will. If the spell didn't work, then Tommy and Bruno would kill me, a piece at a time. I hoped there was a third choice.
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The third choice was being tied to a chair in the room where I woke up. It was the best of the three choices, but that wasn't saying much. I don't like being tied up. It means your options have gone from few to none.