Miami Reign
Tammy Merkison

Preface

“Pull the trigger, pull the trigger now!”

Boom! The first shot entered the man’s face and exited through the back of his head. Gray matter from his brain along with skull fragments splattered on the winter white wall behind him. Boom! The second shot entered the man’s heart causing the remnants of his headless body to fall forward and ooze a puddle of dark blood surrounding him. Boom! The third and final shot was to the man’s lifeless body to end the quivering that precedes sudden and violent death. In a matter of three seconds, James “Blue” Jackson could now add murderer to his resume.

Shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement, Blue stared at his handy work. “Let’s go nigga, move!” the voice behind him yelled. Blue took one last look at the lifeless corpse before grabbing the Louis Vuitton duffle bag overflowing with money and running towards the 1985 Cadillac Seville.

Blue sat in the passenger’s seat in a daze. There was no turning back now. He had gone from practicing law on Wall Street to drug trafficking and murder in a matter of days. “What the fuck were you gone do, perform a god dam autopsy? The bastard is dead. Snap out of it.” Fran continued to yell at Blue as he stared ahead. “What’s done is done; remember what we came here for.” Blue retorted with, “Shut the fuck up and drive.” Fran drove in silence.

As she drove, Blue began to reminisce on the events leading up to today.