Chapter 76 - Dead weight (1) (1/2)

*CLACK*

Lazar sat behind the steering wheel of the truck after slamming his door, not seeing the key in the ignition, he turned his head to his right, ”You just figured out that I wanted Francis to come with us to New York, didn't you?” He asked Amandla, who was staring at him with an annoyed look on her face and her arms folded.

”This guy's a fuċkɨnġ dead weight and you know it.” She replied, listing one of the many reasons she had in mind explaining why it would be a terrible idea to take him with them.

Lazar rolled his eyes, ”I'm more than aware and I'd rather not even know why he doesn't have his weapon anymore, because I'm pretty sure the answer to that question will be ridiculous enough to further diminish the little esteem I still have for him.” He said to Amandla, thus indicating her that he agreed with her on this point.

She sighed, ”At least tell me how he will help us?” She demanded, thinking that if Lazar wanted Francis to come, he must have had a good reason.

The latter hesitated to tell her a lie much more convenient for Francis than the truth, but in the end he preferred to be honest, ”He will be completely useless, but abandoning him here would be going against my principles. If he stays in Boston, he'll be in trouble because of me, and since I owe him a debt, the least I can do is to get him to a less dangerous place than...”

*Bam*

*Bam*

Lazar was interrupted during his explanation by successive blows against the metallic sheet that separated him and Amandla from the back of the truck, he then realized that his 'other passengers' were getting impatient.

*BAM*

Amandla responded by also hitting the metallic sheet with the side of her fist...

She did it with such power that Lazar was more than sure that they must have understood the message when they saw a part of the metallic sheet take the shape of the outlines of a hand on the other side. The said message being in other terms; you better behave yourselves now.

Realizing that in doing so Amandla had just found a pretext to express her anger towards him, Lazar chose to remain silent. Anyway, since the conversation was about Francis, he couldn't see how he could make her see a more positive perspective.

She narrowed her eyes, ”Let's clear something up right now.” She said with an irritated tone, ”If it's something that affects both of us and it's outside of this city, you don't make the decisions alone.”

”I don't know what kind of debt you owe him, but technically you just saved his life. Don't you think you paid him off?!” She added, trying to make understand to Lazar that he didn't have to make so much effort for Francis, ”And, did he even thanked you for that?!”

The memory of a particular event in his shared history with Francis quickly allowed him to make a decision, 'Fuck it, he should have thought about the risks before doing this.'