Frank outsmarts Juve through the use of both sides of the law, and truly realizes why he did what he did- where he went where he went, and what he had become.
February 21, 1931.
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“’Ou know how it is, Juve.”
“I hoped this day wouldn’t have to come…” He rubbed something in his pocket.
“Yeh tried to feckin’ kill me twice Juve, yeh sold out on me, and yeh tried to cover yer own back! What worse can happen now?”
“I-I have to kill yeh Frank.”
The sadness, solidarity, anger, and frustration that had boiled in Frank was slowly releasing, but he knew he had to conserve it. “Didn’t have this much trouble last time. Look, yeh can still get out, yeh can still back away from this—yeh don’t have to stay in it!”
“Where are the police?”
Frank frowned. “I-you think they took me? I was gone before they could haul me there. Had to whack three of ‘em.”
“That won’t fly a whistle.”
“Neither will yeh life.”
Juve moved closer to Frank. “Are yeh threatin’ me?”
Frank walked towards his ex-pal. “Are you?”
“Look around, Frank. I was always smarter. The Street is here. The Whyos are comin’. What’s yer best card?”
“This,” Frank hissed, and smacked Juve in the stomach. The effect of this punch was huge. Gang members moved from below, and drew weapons; The Whyos appeared out of nowhere, and aimed guns at The Street gang, who instantaneously spun on the spot, and just as hell seemed destined to break loose, the police rushed from behind and in front of both gangs with pistols and shotguns drawn, and began to hand-cuff the gang members that were too paralyzed with surprise to shoot.
Frank, who had pulled Juve into a headlock, pulled the .45 out of Juve’s pocket, covered it with his jacket he had carried by his side, and threw it to an expectant officer, who was equally careful not to touch it with bare hands. “Smarter than me, eh, Juve? Looks like yeh need more ‘n’ that to survive trial.” He then roughly shoved Juve to two other officers, the sight of him, once a friend, now sickening to look at.
Soon after, Frank turned and continued his walk, hoping to see his mother when a voice called out to him.
“Oi, Frank.” The lady from earlier came up to him, a smile on her face. “Good feckin’ work.”
“Am I free to go?”
“Yeh’ll be on probation for six months, but otherwise yeh, you’re good to leave.”
Frank nodded, the feeling of triumph battling with sadness once again creeping into his heart. “Yeh know…I only did all that crime for me family’s survival, yeh know that?”
The lady shrugged, and said, “Not how law looks at it.”
“Nah, it doesn’t. But yeh know what me mum said?”
“Does it look like I do?”
“She said, ‘no matter how bad things get, we never steal, and are always honest.’”
She snorted. “Got yer langers twisted on that one, yeh did.”
“But everybody learns…everybody solves their problems a different way. It’s all over now.” And with that final note, he turned, and headed up to the ferry, looking for his family, the only true reason he’d gone so far, through so many hardships, through so many difficulties…through so little love.
The End.
Other chapters by Fresh Writing:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Part 1 Chapter 3 Part 2 Chapter 3 Part 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
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