“Shut up!” I yelled at the pale bastard, grabbing Cupcake’s revolver and pressing it to his forehead. “Why the fuck do you do this? I was feeling halfway good and then you… why are you trying to make me killing them all? Why can’t you let me be happy?” My hand tightened on the trigger; sure, it wouldn’t kill him, but I’d feel better.
“Blackjack?” Glory said in a fearful voice as the Dealer melted away.
The gun was pointed right between her shocked eyes.
My hand released the gun at once, and it bounced off the deck and landed in the river with a little splash. I stared into Glory’s fearful and hurt eyes and felt myself start to shake. I hadn’t had the shakes like this in a while. I thought that I was over it. I’d put it behind me. Matured. Moved on.
