Sally Boy Read Free

the man drew back and unleashed a stinging
backhand across her face. Her head snapped left, and then back
again, her hair finally falling disheveled and masking her face.
The girl just sat motionless, poised in a defensive posture,
holding the already reddened right side of her face.
    Incensed, Sal turned to his companions and
barked, “Did youse fucking see that?”
    “Fucking spics? So what? They’re animale,
anyway. Fuck ’em,” Joey replied.
    “She didn’t fucking deserve that,” Sal
roared and slowly rose from his chair.
    Reaching up and grabbing Sal’s forearm,
Jimmy strongly pulled Sal toward him. “Where the fuck do you think
you’re going?”
    Ripping his limb free, Sal cautioned, “Hey
Jimmy, I think maybe you oughta mind your own fucking business.
Awright?”
    Jimmy’s face tightened with rage. “We’re
here to celebrate the birth of my kid, not to get into a beef over
some little spic whore. Capisi?”
    “Take it easy. I’m just gonna go see if the
girl’s, okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back.”
    “Sit the fuck down!” Jimmy insisted as he
shot a lethal glare at the young upstart questioning his
judgment.
    Smirking defiantly, Sal started to move away
from the table.
    “Hey kid, hold up!” Tony blurted as he
struggled to sit up quickly. “I like this fucking joint. Why don’t
you just sit down? Have a drink or something. You want something to
eat?” Tony held up the huge platter with only one puny clam
remaining.
    Seeing the lone clam, Sal scowled and set
off toward the man seated at the bar.
    Dropping the platter onto the table, Tony
took a long puff of his cigar and dejectedly blew the smoke up into
the air. “Blinks, why the fuck didn’t you stop him? You know that
crazy bastard is gonna start some shit. I ain’t built for this
kinda action. If you know what I mean.”
    “What the fuck do you want me to do Fats,
huh? This is Spike’s party. Talk to him.”
    “Spikes, ain’t you gonna do nothing?” Tony
implored.
    “Sometimes you just gotta let things do what
they do,” Jimmy countered, sounding almost philosophical.
    As he descended upon the unsuspecting
couple, Sal rapidly concluded that his decision to confront this
individual might not be the wisest course of action. After all, as
Jimmy so eloquently pointed out, she was just a “spic.” None of the
“higher-ups” would condone his involvement, nor would they sanction
his intervening in a situation that held no profit potential for
them.
    However, Sal was conflicted, because he was
raised by his mother and grandparents who had instilled in him a
deep respect for all women. Even though he knew that the smart move
would be to walk away, Sal could not allow this piece of shit to go
unpunished.
    Marching right up to the man, Sal tapped him
firmly on his shoulder. “Excuse me.”
    Slowly the man turned around.
    “Is there a fucking problem here?” Sal
inquired in an accusatory manner.
    The man’s beady eyes squinted and his face
contorted in a look of disdain as he gave Sal the once-over. “Who
the fuck are you?”
    “Don’t worry about who I am. I saw what you
did. You shouldn’t be hitting on no female.”
    “‘Female!’” The man laughed with false
bravado. “This is my bitch, pendejo. That means I can do whatever
the fuck I want to do to her. Comprende?” Puffing his smelly cigar,
he purposely blew the smoke directly into Sal’s face. “You know
cabron, if I was you, I’d get the fuck outta here while you still
got a chance.” Drawing back the left side of his jacket, the man
revealed a .38-caliber snub-nose revolver tucked into a shoulder
holster.
    Seeing the weapon, Sal’s eyes sprung open,
the bridge of his nose creased, and his left cheek began to twitch
as the threat thundered in his ears. In an effort to control his
rage, Sal turned his attention to the girl. “Are you okay, Miss?”
he asked politely.
    The terrified girl’s hand shook, causing the
ice in her glass to rattle like