Bad Blood
Dante washed his face thoroughly as David used the second of the two fountains in his bathroom.
“You two finished in there?” Lindsay called from outside.
Anton entered the bathroom as the two brothers returned two towels to their respective racks.
“Eyes still burning from the pepper spray?”
“I’m good,” Dante replied. “David on the other hand might hide his answer for a few decades.”
David watched as his brother opened the bathroom door and departed.
“You both need sleep,” Anton said quickly.
“Right…” David replied, slowly following Anton out of the porcelain bathroom.
The sound of Dante’s car engine could be heard. Lindsay stood outside with a piece of paper.
“Dante asked me to give you this when you left.”
David read the profanity silently, sinking to the floor. The engine noise gradually faded in the background.
“Too much has happened today. Yet, I must make things right with Dante. It is better to lose one’s life than lose one’s brother.”
Dante’s Bugatti Veyron drove effortlessly into the forest. The sun was beginning to rise but deep down he knew his day had ended.
Seeking any distraction he could, he turned on the car’s music player. The DJ announced the band as the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club before announcing a song entitled Bad Blood.
David slowly recalled the events that had just unfolded as Lindsay and Anton sat down beside him.
