Book3:WereMyDreamIs
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verythingwillbealright.JamazfoughtlionsandtigersintheAfrigrassndswithhisbarehandsandwohreeguysarenoproblematall.Whydon’tyoustayhereforamomentanddon’tmove.Iwillgoanddrivemycarover.Wheback,thingsshouldberesolvedandweleave.” Shouts,criesandsoundsoffightingsoundedihenightclub.ThethreebigguyssawthatJamazwastall,musdheavilybuiltandwouldnotbeeasilydefeated,sotheydrewouttheirknivesandsurroundedhim,cirgthreateningly.Takingthewileoablebytheneck,Jamazsmashedthebottomontheerofthetable,creatinguneven,jaggededgesassharpahastheteethofawildanimal.Withoutfurtheradoherushedatohemenandthrustthebottleathischestwithallhismight.Themanscreamedaotheground.Fromtheleft,thekheseanpluhisribs.Jamazkepthiscool.Blogthekhhisleftarm,hejabbedthebrokenbottleinhisrighthandstraightattheman’sthroatandthemanfellwithawhimper.Scaredoutofhiswitsthathewastheonlyoneremaining,thethirdmanknewhecouldnotpossiblywinandtriedtoescapebutitwastoote.Hisbackwastothewalndtherewasreat.IndesperationhemadeastditchstruggleandrushedatJamazwithhison.Jamazsteppedasidetolethimpassandthenrammedthejaggedbottlefiercelyintohisback.Themaothegroundunscious.Jamazthrewthebrokenbottletotheground,dustedhishandsandsauofthenightclubobliviousofhisdumbstriaudiewasonlyafterfiveorsixsedsthattheyrealizedwhathadhappenedandbrokeintoloudcheersforJamaz’sbravery.WhenSalinasawJamazstridevictoriouslyoutofthedoor,sherantohimandputherarmsaroundhiswaistasking,“Allsettled?” “Hmm”repliedJamaz,i.ghimtoherbodyeventighter,Salinacheeredandsaid,“You’rereallygreat!Youaremyhero!” “That’snothing”repliedJamaz.“IhaveabrotherwhoisjustasgoodandiseveerthanIam,” “Really?therebesuchaperson?Whoishe?Iseehim?” “Sure,butheisamonknowandhavenothingtodowithawoman.” JustthenRichardarriveddriviaxi.Thetwoofthemquicklygotinandtheydroveoffafewblocksawayfromthepolicewiththeirbzinglightsandscreamingsirens. Dimitrifeltpletelylostbetweenthedifferentspheresoftime.Thesebeforehiseyesshiftedoncemoreandheseemedtohavegonebacktoapreviousperiodoftime.Shadowsofveryfamiliarpeoplepassedbeforehim,hisgoodfriendsandbrothers,butwheretheheckwashe?Itlookedliketheabandardenorwasithislittlestudioapartmentthatprotectedhimfromtherainandwind?Hewasreallyfused.HesawRichardturningmbchopsonthegrill.Dropsoffatdrippingontothehotemberssizzledandhissedaingaromapermeatedtheair. “ItisstrawehavenotheardanythingfromDimitriyet”saidRichard.‘HehasbeenawayfromquitesometimenowandIamwwhenhewillreturn.Couldhereallybedead?” “Idon’tthinkheisdead”saidJamaz.“Ifit’shisturntodie,itisIwhoshoulddieinhispcebecauseIamnotafraidtodie.” “No,no,nobro”interruptedathirdmandressedasamonkwhowassittingcross-leggedbytheside.ItwasBig-O.“IfanyoneshoulddieinsteadofDimitriitshouldbeme.Mytwohandsaretaihtoomuchblood.Forme,deathmaybethereleaseIneedandmybestceatredemptiomedie.”Richard’smbchopwascookedtoperfeaoeat.HehaoMr.Kaffee,whorefusedsaying,“Nothankyou.I’vealreadyhadquiteafewpiedamalreadyfull.AtmyageIhavetobecarefuboutdiet.Toomuchmeatisbadformydigestionandwillmakemystomafortab