*This story is a scene from the sequel of Rebel With A Cause that I never ended up writing.*
Revenge doesn’t always go as planned…
He flattened the accelerator against the floor. His body shook, muscles tense, teeth gritted. He twisted his hands around the steering wheel, hands clenched. It had to end tonight. He wouldn’t let him get away with hurting anyone else. The guy was dangerous, and he knew it was up to him to stop him. He’d been tracking this guy for the past two and a half months. Thanks to him, Carter had left his business in disarray, and he was missing out on a part of his son’s life.
I’m doing this for them, he reminded himself. I need to keep them safe.
The roar of another engine came from his right. Carter knew it was T-Man, his oldest friend. T-Man was just as much invested in this as Carter was. He’d been there since the beginning, and he was responsible for this monster being in their lives in the first place.
A roar to the left. Brady. Carter knew he could trust Brady. He was up for anything, especially if it was illegal, like what they planned to do tonight.
Carter couldn’t risk taking his eyes off the speeding piece of junk in front of him, but he had to trust that Marcus was bringing up the rear. The guys needed to stick together. This monster was dangerous. He’d proved that by killing an innocent girl, as well as his own child and the mother. He needed to be stopped. Permanently.
The roar of four car engines, the sound of tyres spinning along the road, and the wind rushing past was all Carter could hear. Nothing else mattered, except catching this menace.
The four guys chased the scumbag to a mostly burnt out factory away from any main roads. They arrived in succession, Carter first, then T-Man, then Brady, then Marcus – the best of the best in the underground street racing circuit. They all lined up their cars, blocking the exit. The murderer was standing next to his car, a cocky smirk on his face. He had four, big-muscled lackeys standing next to him, all dressed in black.
Well, the creep did like his clichés.
The four friends got out of their cars and gathered between T-Man and Brady’s cars.
“Hired guns,” Marcus whispered. “What do we do?”
Brady, as reckless as ever, cracked his knuckles. “I say we sort this out the old fashioned way.”
T-Man put a restraining hand on Brady’s chest. “Don’t be stupid. You can guarantee he’ll have plenty of guns. We need to be smart.”
Carter nodded, not taking his eyes of Deangelo Carboni for a second. “T-Man’s right. We need to be smart about this.”
The four vigilantes stood in their group, watching De, waiting for him to make a move. True to form, Deangelo couldn’t resist gloating.
“Ah, my old friends,” he snickered. “Come to celebrate my release from prison, have you?”
Carter stepped forward and growled. “You’re crazy. You were supposed to be doing life. You’re a murderer, you killed your own family! You killed your girlfriend! You assaulted my wife! What makes you think we’d celebrate your escape?”
De laughed. “Katie’s still spinning that same old story, is she? She always did have a wild imagination, that girl.”
Carter wanted to run at Deangelo Carboni and strangle him with his bare hands. He wanted to watch as De’s face turned purple from lack of oxygen. He wanted to feel De go limp underneath his fingers. He wanted to watch as Deangelo took his last, shuddering breath.
T-Man grabbed Carter and pulled him back. “Dude, chill,” he hissed. “You know what we came to do. We just need to end De, and then you can go home to your wife and son.”
Carter angrily pulled himself out of his friend’s restraint and settled for scowling at De. T-Man was right, as much as Carter hated to admit it right now. He had a family waiting at home for him, a life he needed to get back to. Deangelo Carboni was just a minor setback in his quest for the life he never had.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to make all the murderous thoughts disappear from his mind. He needed a clear head if he was going to do this right.
“Why don’t we sit down and discuss this like civil human beings,” Marcus suggested. His voice had a slight echo in the half-standing factory.
De let out a hysterical, manic laugh. “Or,” he proposed, “Let’s settle this like men.”
Brady had had enough of these games. He reached into the glove box in his car and pulled out his most trusted weapon – a loaded gun. “Or,” he said. “Let’s just get this over and done with.”
The other three guys watched in horror as Brady fired off three shots in quick succession.
Bang! One shattered the passenger window of De’s car.
Bang! The next pierced the metal of his passenger door.
Bang! The last bullet pierced the back door.
“Next time I won’t miss!” Brady shouted.
The guys could see it coming. Once the last shot rang off, Deangelo’s hired guns pulled out their shotguns and aimed.
“Run!” Marcus screamed.
All four of the guys scrambled to their cars. They each started up their engines and pulled out of the factory with ease, as if they’d practiced it before.
Carter pulled out his cellphone and speed-dialled Brady.
“What the hell did you do that for!” he screamed through the phone. He could hear Brady’s cackling through the speaker and hung up on him.
They were heading towards an open road. Carter increased his speed, nearing one-eighty. He risked a glance in his rear view mirror again and saw De’s car weaving all over the road. Carter knew he was De’s intended target. After all, it was Carter who humiliated him, and Carter’s wife who had been the last nail in De’s coffin – figuratively speaking, of course.
Carter wanted to be the one to hammer in the last nail of De’s actual coffin.
A side road was coming up. To Carter’s knowledge, if they continued along this open road, they would end up back in a suburban area. He had no choice but to risk it, and take the turn.
He drifted round the sharp turn and into the side road, his muscles tensing as his tyres skidded on the gravel road. Behind him, Brady followed. He had no idea where T-Man and Marcus were.
The road had a slight decline. Carter’s heart hammered in his chest as he sped down the loose gravel road. There was a cluster of trees at the bottom of the dip. He turned the steering wheel, doing his best to not crash into anything. Brady followed close behind, but the loud crunch of metal being crushed made him pull the car to a stop.
Carter jumped out of his car, leaving the driver’s door wide open and keys still in the ignition. He sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as his eyes took in the scene by the trees.
Brady came up to Carter’s left. “Why’d you-? Oh…”
De’s car looked like it had been moulded to the tree. He seemed to have spun out of control on the gravel road, and ended up with the entire driver’s side slammed against the tree. Carter and Brady began walking towards his car. They heard two more cars pull up behind them and cut the engine. Carter heard Marcus’ words of horror. T-Man gasped in shock.
The four friends stood around De’s car, all of them stunned. They couldn’t believe it. Deangelo Carboni had seemed invincible, almost indestructible. And yet right in front of them, wrapped around a tree, he looked…dead.
“Is he…?” Marcus choked.
T-Man frowned and reached into the car through where the passenger window should have been. He hesitated, not wanting to be the one to do it, but knowing he had to. He reached out with shaking fingers and pressed two of them to De’s neck, where he should have been able to feel a pulse. He held his fingers there for a full thirty second, De’s skin going cold underneath his fingers. He pulled away and stood up, shaking his head.
“Oh god,” Marcus cried. He walked over to some bushes on the side of the road and began vomiting.
“At least we didn’t have to be the ones to do it,” Brady said calmly. This wasn’t the first dead body he’d seen. There had been plenty of those while he’d been in prison.
Carter frowned, sniffing the air. “Do you smell that?”
The other two, who were not puking their guts up on the side of the road, sniffed the air.
“Yeah,” T-Man said. “Smells like petrol.”
Brady pulled them away from the car. “Guys, we need to run. His car could go up in flames. Get in your car, go home, and change your clothes. Try and dispose of anything that makes it known that we were here. Got it?”
Carter nodded. Now that De was dead, he was looking forward to being with his family again. He could just imagine his wife, Kaitlyn, being happy to have him home again. He knew she would have been worrying about him all these months.
But everything was over now. The last major threat to their happiness was gone. They were all free now.
The four friends walked away from the corpse of the guy who had ruined their lives. They each got into their cars and began the long drive home.