I couldn’t fit a story in my sequel to last week’s picture, but here I think I could get it to work for my dysfunctional. This is the closest I have come to romance yet. This being the fifth installment you might have to read the previous parts. (part1, part2, part3, part4 ). This is linked to Barbara W Beacham’s Monday finish the story. The words in italics are part of the prompt.
Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River; a dilapidated shed providing an excellent cover for the entrance to Don Francisco’s banquet caves. This was the place where he held promotion parties with booze and prostitutes for his bought politicians.
Today, Diamond Jack would be the witness in the first family come together, as well as the executor of a shotgun wedding.
Donna Juanita stayed at a healthy distance, but kept a poison finger on the button of her satellite transmitter.
But for once in agreement they pushed a veiled Maria and a smiling Pedro towards a makeshift altar, where Jack’s bourbon breath sealed the bond to the family once and for all; business is blood after all.
“Yes” – mumbled Pedro, while moving closer to his ex-stepfather; flick-knife in his pocket.
Pushing the sharp blade forcefully into Don Francisco’s protruding belly he was met with a slap on the hand and a playful smile.
“Kevlar-Tuxedo, Sonny; standard issue for weddings and funerals”
February 2, 2015