Make a Run for It (Short Story)

I sat on the passenger's side in the front, next to Lou. Frankie sat directly behind me, keeping his gun at my neck. My reasons for being in this spot in the first place are unimportant. Let's just say that these two thugs had their orders and their orders included taking me for a ride. I always thought there'd be big money in being a mobster. It never dawned on me that what I knew would lead me to the predicament I now found myself in. Never mind that I had once been one of them and never mind that I'd taken my share of guys for their own rides. It was my turn and there was no denying that one of us wouldn't be coming back.

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