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Sal!   I was
protecting myself.   I wasn’t going to use
it!”
    “You
went to see my woman,” Sal went on, as if she had not said a word.   “You threatened her.”   He tightened his grip on her, causing her to
wince in pain.   “Do you realize how
fucking stupid that was?”
    “But
it was a warning!   They paid me to warn
her.”
    “Who
paid you?”
    “I
don’t know!   They called me, told me what
to do, and then somebody put the money in my mailbox.   I never dealt with anybody in person.   I never saw anybody.   I never even had a phone number!   They told me to warn Gemma Jones.   That’s all I went over there to do.   To warn her.”
    But
his grip on her tightened even harder, and he placed that blade to her
face.   “But you did more than that.   Didn’t you, Teri?”
    “I
warned her!”
    “You
slapped her.! You had the audacity to put your hands on her, Teri!   You think I’m going to let you get away with
that shit?”
    Teri’s
heart began to pound.   “But I didn’t
touch her, Sal!” she insisted.   “She’s
lying to you, what are you doing?”   The
blade sunk down into her cheek.   Her
small eyes were now staring at that blade, and then over at Sal.   “Let me go, Sal.   You aren’t gonna hurt me and you know
it.    You know   me.   Stop playing now!   You won’t hit a
woman and you know it!”
    “I
won’t hit a woman,” Sal said.   “You’re
right about that.   But I’ll cut a bitch.”
    And
he did.   He frowned angrily and sliced
Teri deep down across her pretty face as if he was slicing an apple.   She screamed out with severe pain and began
buckling against him so hard that he let her go.   She hurried away from him, falling against
the wall, and placed her hands on the side of her face, trying to staunch the
blood flow.   Astonished that he would do
such a thing to her.
    “Whoever
hired you,” Sal said calmly as he pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping
the blood off the blade, “had better understand one thing.”   He looked at her, so that she would
understand it too.
    She
wanted him away from her, she wasn’t trying to understand anything.   She had already underestimated him beyond any
underestimation she’d ever demonstrated in her life.   Why should he care about some black bitch
when he never cared about her?   That was
her estimation when she first entered Gemma Jones’ office.   Sal didn’t care about this bitch.   But he cared.   She couldn’t believe how much he cared!
    When
he wouldn’t continue talking, she egged him on.   She wanted him out of her house.   She wanted him out of her life forever.   “What do they need to understand?” she asked him.
    “They
need to know,” Sal said, “that they’d better not fuck with me.”   He was so calm that it chilled her to her
core.   “If they’re thinking about it,
they’d better think again.   If warning my
woman was some kind of opening salvo, they’d better shut the shit down
now.   And if any other female decides to
come anywhere near my woman and warn her, they’d better take a good look at
your ugly-ass face.   It will not be
pretty.   And I’ll do worse with the next
fucker who tries it.”
    Sal
stared at her.   She was staring at him,
still holding her face, still stunned that he could be so cruel.  
    But
he could be.  
    She
knew it now.
    And
then he walked out of her life.

 
    After
giving the cabdriver Gemma’s address, he leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes,
and tried to bring it back down again.   He tried to calm back down from yet another visit to the unsavory part
of his life.   But then his cell phone
rang.
    He
looked at the Caller ID.   It was Angela,
the mother of the child Rip and Philly had snatched.
    “Sal,
I’m so glad I caught you,” Angela said as soon as he clicked on.
    “Save
it, Ang,” Sal responded.   “There’s
nothing new to report.   We still haven’t
found Rip.”
    “He’s
home, Sal,” she