The Professional

sO fReAkIn oDd · #1 10-03-2002, 09:52 PM

I made a right turn at the light at the intersection. I popped open my glove compartment and rumaged through insurance information and all sorts of papers, I streched out my fingers looking for it. Then I touched it, I felt the cold metal against my fingers. I gripped it firmly.

Silenced Beretta-special issue. The professional's best friend.

I pulled it out of the glove compartment and cocked it when I reached the stop sign. I drove with my left hand and held the gun in my right. I made a left and headed across a little bridge, down towards the meeting.

I slowed down and turned right, into a small road made in a corn field. I drove at around 5 miles an hour and stopped when I saw the other cars lights. I stopped the car and left the engine running. I got out.

It was around 2:00 AM. It was dead of night, the only light were the headlights from the other car.

I stood behind my door, the other cars door opened.

"Ah, Danny. Glad to see you could make it. Where is the other member of our party?" It was Joey alright. A loud-mouth Sicilian at best.

"I assume that our guest of honor will be arriving shortly." I said, I unbuttoned my suit and put my Beretta in my pocket holster. I got back in my car and pulled it off to the side of the dirt road. Joey hit the hood of his car with his palm. 5 or six wiseguys got out. They had bats and pistols. Wiseguys, I could never be one of them, but they could never be what I was. I was a professional.

About five minutes later a black Sedan slowly drove towards us, slowly making its way up the road. The car halted and pulled up ten feet away from Joey's car, the lights shining into each other.

The doors opened and a fat short little man in a blue suit got out.

"Hey, hey, Joey! Are we ready to make a deal or what?" Big Teddy Capacini. A loud mouth tough guy, I'm glad that I got to do what I was about to do. Teddy's guys got out of the car, resting their hands inside their jackets, on top of their guns.

"Sure sure Teddy, but I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine. His name is Danny Bauhmar." said Joey. I emerged from the shadows and walked over to Teddy and extended my hand.

"Glad to meet you!" I said. He grabbed my hand and shook it. My moment to shine.

I drew my pistol and pistol-whipped Teddy out of my way. I then systematically aimed and fired into his 3 companions before they could even react. Each shot penetrating their black suits and spouting shrouds of blood into the air. Their bodies hit the ground dead and lifeless.

Teddy rose up from the ground, whiping the fresh blood off his mouth. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair. I placed my gun on his temple.

"Should I kill him now Joey?" I said, I loved to put on a show when I performed.

"Yea Danny, I think you should kill the worthless traitor." said Joey.

"Whoah Joey," said Teddy, "I never ratted on nobody. I would never squeel on anyone unless they had it comin to 'em!" Joey seemed offended.

"Oh yea! Is that right you worthless sac of sh*t? Then how come Tommy's in jail. You screwed with me Teddy, you screwed with my family!" Joey walked over to him. He turned back to one of his guys and said,

"Bat!" One of his guys tossed him a bat. He readied his swing, I held Teddy's face forward.

*CRACK*

The sound of bone splintering and breaking was well heard. I let go of Teddy's hair. He reeled back in pain and clutched his face. His nose and skull were cracked apart. Joey turned to me, "Danny, kill 'em."

I non-chalantly raised the gun towards Teddy.

"NO!" screamed Teddy, spitting blood everywhere.

I pulled the trigger, the bullet ripped through his suit and emmitted an eruption of blood.

I turned around to Joey and said,

"Nice doing business with you." I tugged on my black leather gloves to tighten them. I put my gun back in it's holster. I got back in my car and drove home.

All in a day's work.

Mac the Janitor · #2 10-03-2002, 10:03 PM

This sounds like a good storry.

Keep it up, sounds like it's gonna get good.

Kaimana · #3 10-03-2002, 10:25 PM

Not bad J.D. keep this one going it's getting good. Nice plot so far.

Kesiah · #4 10-03-2002, 11:27 PM

well, normally i'm not a gangster type person, but this is a pretty good story, so I might keep an eye or two on it...

I like your writting style as well SFO, keep up the stories!

Majic · #5 10-04-2002, 12:12 AM

I'm the kind of person for this type of stuff. I really like the descriptions (thoguh gruesome) and the plot so far.

I'm almsot sure this was the intent, but it sounds like a 3rd perrson movie intro type. I can imagine the credits now.. So Freakin Odd. So Freakin Odd. So Freakin Odd, etc... Seems almost like Max Payne, in a way.

sO fReAkIn oDd · #6 10-04-2002, 10:04 PM

I opened the door to my apartment.

The door creeked open slowly and I flicked on the light switch by the door. I stumbled over to my bed and collapsed down on it. I rolled over and onto my back. I took off my gloves and then unbuttoned my white shirt which was covered in speckles of blood. I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to stay awake. I got up and took of my black suit and I took off my pants and tossed them on the floor and crawled into bed, exhausted. I was at the very verge of sweet slumber when suddenly,

*RING RING*

"Damn phone!" I mumbled.

I rolled over and fumbled with the reciever in the dark.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, Danny, it's Mike!" said a familiar voice.

"Hey Mikey!" I yawned, "What dya' need?" I said in a groggy voice.

"We have a little more business to deal with. Do you know who Paul Tabernack is?" I saw where he was going with this.

"I don't do political hits Mike, you know that. Family business only." I told him.

"This is family business, and it's your business too." he said, exhaling at the same time.

I paused, "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Tabernack has organized a mayoral campaign against the Family and against it's trusted associates. He accepted bribes and protection from the Capacini family, we think thats why Teddy ratted Tommy out. We need him scratched Danny ma' boy, and your the man to do it." Mike wasn't Sicilian, he was actually Canadian, but he was a good organizer and code-breaker. The family used him to tap phone-lines, reach contacts, and break into bank's security minutes before a heist. He was well trusted.

"Mike, it's 3:00 in the mornin', I'm tired. I need to sleep sometime!" I said while rubbing my eyes with my hand.

"Dan, you can sleep, but in two weeks at 4:00 PM, Tabernack is holding a rally in the park." said Mike.

"Alright I'll do it, so I guess thats my moment to shine?" I asked.

"You got it!" he paused, "Okay, heres the specifics, security is going to be pretty high, so you can't just waltz in. We'll leave you a little package on the 9th stairwell of the Dixon's and Brown's office building, the building is being 'renevated'. It has a big sign, it's on Thomas Street right across from the park, you can't miss it. You know the drill."

*CLICK*

I rolled over and sighed.

"All in a day's work." I thought.

Jacob · #7 10-04-2002, 10:51 PM

Oooohh, very hitman-esque. I like all things gangster/Assassin related. Keep going, its v.interesting so far.

sO fReAkIn oDd · #8 10-05-2002, 06:34 PM

I pulled of the blind fold and looked at the stop-watch.

25 seconds.

I put the gun down, it took me 25 seconds to take the gun apart and put it back together. I need to improve on that.

It was the day of the big hit so I needed to sharpen my skills. I walked into my closet and retrieved a breifcase. I flicked the latches and popped it open. Scope, a single bullet, and a place for the gun. I leaned back into the closet and took my suit off the hangar and put it on, I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Always look your best, even when you're on the job.

I headed down the stairs of the apartment building and I slowly made my way to the driver side of my car and got in. It was a black Sedan, these cars just ran in the business I guess. I set my briefcase down and pulled out my keys. I stuck them in the ignition and leaned out to shut my door. I turned them, the engine roared with a mechanical whirr. I smiled and pulled out into traffic. I reached back into my glove compartment and pulled out the Beretta and put it in my jacket.

I parked the car in front of the building, I looked at my watch, a Rolex, and saw that it was 3:30. I slowly made my way into the Dixon and Brown office building. The inside had a very tacky brown/manilla paint coating its walls. A secretary's desk sat in the corner, unattended. Dust and construction tools were all over the main lobby. At the far end of the lobby was an elevator and a staircase, I took the staircase. If anyone was inside the building I didn't want to alert them to my presence.

I made my way up the stairs, 1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th. Each level of stairs was boxed in by a wall, again in a brown paint. I walked past an office door on the 8th floor. I paused, I heard something descending from the next floor, the ninth floor. Someone walking, no, someone speaking. I pulled out my beretta and laid myself up a against the wall on the left side of the staircase. I edged around it carefully and I leaned around the corner of the wall. I put the gun back into its hoster, it was construction workers. Two of them. I stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey you!" said a rather fat man who was sitting on a set of wooden crates at the top of the next level of stairs. The other worker then took notice of me, they both wore gray jump-suits and had grease all over themselves.

"Yea!" I said turning around facing them.

"Who said that you could be up here? This building is closed!" Said the fat worker, he took a bite of a sandwhich.

"Well, my rather large friend, Mikey gave me authorization. You do know my friend Mikey right?" He paused and spit the huge bite of sandwhich out of his mouth.

"What did ya' say ta' me?" He babbled. Apparently, he didn't know who Mikey was.

"Jack take it easy." said the other worker, he got up and stood in his way. "We aren't supposed to be here either, what if this guy calls the cops." I heard the other worker say.

"Just what exactly are you guys doing?" I asked, still at the bottom of the stairs.

"What I'm doin' is I'm about ta' bust yer head!" yelled Jack. I peered past them and saw that in the crates were electronic equipment, computers, TV's, VCR's.

"Gentlemen, since you are choosing to use your ability as construction workers to enter this building to rob it, I believe that you might be having some financial troubles. I could easily illeviate some of these problems if you would simply leave." Jack and his co-worker stopped and looked at me.

"Jack, this isn't good." said Jack's partner.

"Shut the hell up Frank!" He turned to me, "What dya mean exactly?" I smiled.

"I'll transfer 100,000 dollars to your bank accounts if you leave right now, no questions asked. I just need your names, I have a friend who can take care of this easily." Jack walked down the stairs and stood in front of me. He help out his grease covered hand, we shook hands.

"Jack Tamler and my friend over there is Frank Bartla." he explained and pointed to his friend.

"Deal!" We said in unison. I pulled him close to me and whispered into his ear, "Don't think we don't forget favors. Now get outta here!" They descended down and out of the building. I walked over to a large crate of boxes, I rummaged through until I found a small bundle of cloth. I unwrapped it, in a systimatic fashion I pieced together the rifle in about ten seconds. I walked over to an open window and looked down at the park. I looked at my watch, 3:54 PM.

Majic · #9 10-07-2002, 07:57 PM

Now if you'll continue, please...

sO fReAkIn oDd · #10 10-10-2002, 08:30 PM

I adjusted the scope of the rifle and flicked open the caps on the end of each openening of the scope. I raised the rifle to my shoulder and pointed it out the window. I could hear a part of the speech Tabernack was making, and let me tell you, pure bull sh*t.

"........my fellow citizens I promise to clean up the Mafia ridden streets of our fair city, I promise to stop the flow of drugs and narcotics into our schools, and I promise to hunt down and end the gangland regime!"

Not only was this worthless f*ck responsible for half the crime in the city, he was also responsible for a quarter of the drugs in schools.

The crosshair of my gun grazed off and on his face. I took a deep breath and held it in and then slowly released it to steady my shot.

".............I will never again let the murders of people of our fair city go unavenged! I have hereby opened the O.C.P.U, the Organized Crime Police Unit, to put an end to the Mafia related crime in our fair town!"

"Take this you lying mother f*cker."

*BLAM*

The bullet spiraled out of the barrel of my gun and descended down towards the park, almost instantaneously it enetered the upper right corner of his skull and ripped open his head, he flew backward and blood sprayed all over his bodyguards, wife, and two children (who he fathered with his secretary). Of course the screaming and running of the civilians present assumed and the guards immediately withdrew their guns and ran to his aid, like he needed it, this only provided myself with just enough time to make a hasty escape. I ripped the scope away from my eye and quickly dismantled the gun and put it in its case. I sprinted down the stairs and ripped my keys from my pocket.

I hit the unlock button.

*Beep Beep*

I tore the door open and I threw the briefcase into the passenger seat. I jammed the keys into the ignition, my foot slammed on the gas, the car schreeched away at the pavement as I shut my door. My sedan roared down the street almost hitting passing walkers. I adjusted my mirror and looked at the chaos behind me. I then noticed the two construction workers gazing at my car with a very ill look on their face.

I smiled.

I had a good day.

Majic · #11 10-10-2002, 09:35 PM

Brutal. Great. Wheeeeee....

sO fReAkIn oDd · #12 10-11-2002, 06:32 PM

The giant doors opened right in front of me. I could already hear the party inside beggining. I handed my coat to a coat taker and entered the main hall. Baloons and music cascaded down from the floors above and hit the black and white tile. A few people were in the main hall, running here and there, sipping champaigne, talking, snorting blow, pretty much the run of the mill Crime Family celebration, and this wasnt even the main part of the party.

Suddenly a hand clasped down on my shoulder, I gazed over,

"Hey Danny, great job! We can't tell you how much we appreciate doing business with you." It was Joey.

"It's no problem Joey, I always enjoyed working for your Father and his Family. Where is he? I need to have a word." He gave me a very peculiar look.

"Okay, but first come in and join the festivities!" He put his arm around my shoulder and led me in another set of doors past the main hallway.

Music blasted in my face, the smell of champaigne and expensive suits hit me. I gazed around, all of the Family and Friends were here.

"Danny, ova' here!" Joey waved me over to a table of four or five wiseguys. I walked over and stood next to a chair. "Danny this is Paulie Fetterini, his brutta' Frankie Fetterini, and a good friend of mine Paublo Cortez." I shook hands with each. Cortez was a Columbian, and the others were Sicilians, I had a bad feeling about what was gonna happen next.

"Eis good to meet chu Danny. Joey 'as tol me so much about chu." Paublo's thick Columbian accent stuck like molasses in my ears. We all sat down.

"All right gentlemen, we all know each otha' lets talk business." said Joey.

"Joey, dese sons of b*tches at dis FBI are makin eet extremely hard for me to carry out my business. I have a very ard time bringing in a f*cking kilo because of dese FBI agents! We loose millions of dollars each damn day because dese gringo's are doing deir damn job! And when dey do deir job, I cant do mein! Comprende?!?" Joey nodded to what Paublo was saying.

"But what do ya want us ta do Paublo? I can't kill every damn agent the beruea sends our way!" Joey snapped back.

"Eis not dat Joey, eis dese agents they sent down to Columbia. Dey can't touch me in America but dey dink dey can f*ck wit me in my own damn country! Dis insults me! I want dese gringo's dead!" He threw a manilla envelope across the table to Joey. Joey opened it and observed the picures of the agents inside.

Joey turned to me. "Danny, I want you to go to Columbia with Paublo ere and take care of some of the FBI putting heat on him down there!" I was shocked.

"JOEY! I just killed the f*cking mayor of the city, I gotta lay low! I can't go down to Columbia!" I yelled over to him.

"What is it, a school night?" The others laughed, "You're going. But for now, enjoy your stay at our home." We all got up and left the table.

I walked over to a very large door, a guard stopped me and frisked me. I was let in.

I walked over to the Don and kissed his hand,

"Don Pachini." I whispered.

Silversnow · #13 10-11-2002, 07:09 PM

It's strange really, how... much fun violence, blood and death is when they're not for real (read the last words again before you start thinking). And now, shall you tell us of another of his days?

sO fReAkIn oDd · #14 10-11-2002, 08:21 PM

I was a free-lance operator. I didn't have any ties to the Pachini Family. I had worked with many different organizations and Families before, but I owed the Pachinis my life. I didn't have to go to Columbia, I knew I would though. I owed it to them.

"Sit down my boy, I am glad you came to see me!" said the Don in a scratchy voice.

"You are welcome Don Pachini and you have my eternal gratitude for helping me through my own problems. But I have come here to talk to you about ending our business relationship." He was getting out of his chair, and then stopped. He stared up at me.

He sat back down.

"Daniel, I do not know why you wish to end our agreement, but I respect your decision. You will find the money for your last service in a subway safety deposit box, it will be under the name Barglet and here is the key." He slid the key over to me, he did not look at me.

I picked it up.

"Don Pachini, you know very well that I work for no one. I do special jobs under contract and our contract is up. I have no allegiance to anyone." He seemed very angry. "But I do plan to take care of one final matter conserning your friend Paublo. Joey has requested that I remove some of the local FBI in Paublo's Medellin area. I plan to do so because I owe you my eternal gratitude for......" I trailed off.

He seemed to be pleased.

"Very well Danny, just simply remember, that for now, you work for me. I hope very much that the next time that our paths cross we will be friends." He got up and shook my hand. I began to leave the room.

"Oh, Don Pachini. I forgot to tell Mike to transfer $100,000 to two accounts. The names are Jack Tamler and Frank Bartla. If you could make sure he gets that message." He glared at me smuggly

"You should have killed them Danny." He said blatantly.

"I know." And I exited the door.

sO fReAkIn oDd · #15 10-12-2002, 12:04 PM

I walked back out into the party, which was very much more alive than the Don's office. A stripper came up to me and put her arms around me, she was really drunk.

"HEya bOy! wHatChA doIn?" I looked at her.

"Get off me!" And I put my hand on her face and pushed her back into a couch by the Don's office.

"wElL HEY! tHaT wAs rUdE! yOU lIttLe pR*Ck!" I continued to walk away. I didn't have time for a slut like that anyway. I made my way through the dancing crowd. Some 70's group dance song was playing and disco lights were spinning everywhere.

"Senor Cortez! May I have a word?" I yelled over to Paublo.

He made his way over to me.

"Why of course Danny, what do chu need?"

"Senor Cortez-" He interrupted.

"Please, Danny. Call me Paublo." I kind of ignored that.

"Paublo, I was wondering if I might discuss a contract of business obligations to you?" He paused and then smiled.

"So chu are dis famous contract killer dat I ave eard so much about? Why I always need help in Columbia, perhaps then we can negotiate terms of business." He slapped my back and gave a hardy laugh.

My eyes surveyed the crowd of people and then landed in the open doors to the main hall. At exactly that moment, a gorgeous women walked through the doors of the main hall. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, a very seductive blue dress, and a corsage wrapped around her wrist. All I could think to say was,

"Hell.......yes......."

I left Paublo standing were he was to go introduce myself to the new guest. But halfway down I saw Joey get to her first. I listened to what he was saying.

"Ey Catrina, how has my lil sis been ey?" DAMN! It was his sister, thats gonna be harder to work around. I walked on down and said to Joey,

"Well Joey, aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely guest." Joey gave me an uncertain look.

"Why uhhh sure. Catrina, this is Danny Bauhmer a business associate of Pop's, and Danny, this is Catrina Pachini, my sister!" She put her hand out, I leaned down and kissed it. She smiled and giggled.

"It's nice to meet you too." She said.

"Ey Danny, can I have a word with ya?" Joey beckoned me down a hallway, I stood by his side when he suddenly pinned me up against the wall. "What are you tryin to pull?"

"I'm not trying to pull sh*t! Now put me down!" Joey pushed harder.

"I can tell she likes you, and if anything happens between you two, and she comes home to me and Pop with a broken heart, I'm gonna kill you! YOU GOT THAT! I'll f*cking kill you!" He slammed me hard up aginst the wall and dropped me. I got up and rolled my shoulders and dusted myself off.

"Damn Sicilian punk!" I said quietly to myself.

Majic · #16 10-14-2002, 01:07 AM

I really do like it. I think it would make a very good published book or movie, with some work

sO fReAkIn oDd · #17 10-25-2002, 02:21 PM

I walked over back into the party, waiter carrying a full Champaign tray walked past me. In one smooth move I grabbed it off the tray. I looked around for Catrina, I figured I might as well milk the situation for all it's got. I saw her walking around the dance floor looking for someone.

Pink and blue light streamed the room, balloons bounced around and tumbled to the floor, everyone was having a good time.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked her as I approached. She smirked and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I was actually looking for you. What was your name again?"

"Danny, Danny Bauhmer." I said with a hint of style in my voice.

"Your not Italian are you?" She seemed a little dissapointed.

"No I'm not, my grandfather and grandmother were German." She seemed bored. "Would you like to dance? I mean were already on the floor." She giggled,

"Sure, why not." I put my glass down on a passing waiters tray. At that moment a very upbeat and fast-paced song started.

I grabbed her by her hand and pulled her close to me. With both hands on her hips I moved quickly across the floor, bringing her closer and closer to me. I ran my hand up her side as we walked cross the floor in rythem to the music. In a rather unexpected move she wrapped her leg around me and leaned backwards. She quickly leaned back up and brought her face so close to mine, that our lips were almost touching. I spun her and brought her back by grasping her hand in a smooth movement, when she came back she had her arms wrapped around her and her back to me. We moved in a more sensual pace, I leaned in close and smelled her hair. Our bodies touched as we moved. I spun her around and back again.

The song stopped. I leaned over and kissed her.

The next morning I woke up and rolled out of bed. I yawned and walked in to my apartment's bathroom, I grabbed my toothbrush and began to brush them. After a minute or two of brushing I spit it out. I turned on the shower and undressed, periodically checking the water to see if it was warm.

Suddenly, the door began to open to the bathroom. In a smooth move I kicked open a door under the sink and ripped a gun out from there.

It was Catrina and she was wearing one of my shirts.

"Oh sh*t." I said.

"Good morning to you to sunshine!" She walked over and gave me a kiss, a really nice one too. She leaned back a little and said, "I wanted to thank you for last night, it was the greatest night of my life."

I put the gun back under the sink.

"Oh sh*t! Your father is going to kill me." I said.

Or at least I knew he would try.

Majic · #18 10-28-2002, 12:27 AM

Bout' time

Should I get the foreshadowing effect that the whole kill the FBI part is going to completely drop out of the picture? Or no wait, maybe he has to do it or else Catrina dies. Or wait, I'll just wait. Hopefuly not for another week

sO fReAkIn oDd · #19 11-13-2002, 05:31 PM

It was quiet in the helicopter, something you wouldn't expect. The screaming blades seemed deffly quiet as I had grown accustomed to them.

Pablo sat across from me, with a big columbian grin on his face. His lips moved when he said something.

"WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He said it again but louder, the whirling blades seemed louder every time we talked.

"WHAT!?"

"WE ARE ERE!" I finally heard.

I looked out the window. Below, sprawled against the lush Columbian jungle was a gorgeous Villa, a fortress of comfort and beauty. I could think of so many of his enemies who would kill (and have) in an attempt to enter his castle of Cocain.

The helicopter set down, I hopped out with Pablo and we walked hunched over until we arrived at a safe distance. We approached two very large sets of wooden doors. Pablo turned back and faced me as he pushed open the door and said,

"Welcome, to Casa el Pablo."

The doors swung open.

I entered the room, gold and works of art furnished almost everything in the entrance.

"You have a lovely house Pablo." I said as I walked deeper into the main hall.

"Yes Danny, de finest house in all of Columbia. And chu are the second white man to see eet." He laughed.

"Who was the first?" I asked and laughed at the same time.

A grim look came over Pablo's face, "He's dead. He betrayed me, his name was Phil Crostaki. A cleaner, like yourself." He paused, "I beat eem to death with a metal bat, I believe he died on the 178th swing." Paublo stared off into space, and then abruptly began to laugh. "but let us not speak of such troubled times, let us speak of business." He turned to me, "Danny do you know how to say 'business' in Columbian?" he asked me.

"I really dont know much Columbian Senor Cortez." I replied.

He stared at me and smiled, "Cocain." he said.

sO fReAkIn oDd · #20 11-29-2002, 02:22 PM

"Yas Danny, dat sweet sweet powdar. Cocain! Without it, my beuatiful home, my lovely mistresses, my wealth, would not exsist." He said as we walked deep into his estate.

I nodded, "Senor Cortez, I would like to know after I complete my 'task', if I may ask to take out a two year contract with you?" I asked as he opened a door to an outdoor pool (which was as big as a football field). The pool bordered on a cliff.

He stared forward.

"Chu are a loyal friend Danny, and I trust chu! But we will see how your assignment goes with de FBI first!" He slapped me on the back.

A door opened on our left. A woman wearing only a thong walked out of the villa and to Pablo's side. she grabbed his shoulder and whispered something into his ear. He looked at me and said,

"Danny, if chu will excuse me, I 'ave a pressing matter to sort out at one of my production facilities." He turned and walked back into his home.

*RIIIIIIIIING*

My cell-phone rang.

*click*

"Hello?" I said.

"Danny, it's Catrina." My heart stopped.

"What is it? Are you okay? Where are you?" She interrupted me.

"I just got back from Dr. Stenson's. He had the results." I paused.

"What results are you talking abou-"

"I'm pregnant...."

"F*CK!!!!"

I hurled the phone over the cliff the villa rested on.

"F*CK, F*CK, F*CK! DAMNIT! SON OF A B*TCH! JESUS F*CKING CHRIST! WHAT THE F*CK AM I GONNA DO NOW?!?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I leaned up against a wall.

The Don was going to find out, and he was going to kill me.

I knew that I was in the deepest trouble of my life, but I didn't know how to get out of it.

I sighed and thought, "I best get to work."

Silversnow · #21 11-29-2002, 07:21 PM

Ooh, what a impressive list of swearing

*points and laughs*

sO fReAkIn oDd · #22 12-19-2002, 05:32 PM

Sorry for not updating the story, but I plan to do so during Christmas break. So anyone who reads this has to wait until then.