"Who you think your fuckin' with?"
Furor glared.
"I certainly ain't no pushover son..."
Furor looked at him.
"You really don't want to fuck with me"
the man pulls out his gun and puts it on the bar.
"Now sit the fuck down..."
Furor sat down.
"I've heard a lot about you... seen you make the papers"
"You got talent... but you can't just go around leaving a mess behind"
the man slams a shot of whiskey down.
"Now let's see if you can take this fucker out, oh, and clean up the mess this time"
"If you fuck this up.... you better find a hole to hide in cus I will fuck your ass up"
Furor slammed a shot down.

Furor was constantly on the run, always having to look behind him as he travelling mostly via the dark alleys at night. The more he drank the more agitated he got.
A bum was scrounging around in a trash can for food, the bum spotted Furor and came at him with a bottle. Pushed the bum backwards he pulls out a long bladed knife; just at that moment, an officer happened to be walking by.

"Freeze you sun of a bitch"

Furor pulled out his .44

"Put the gun down now"

Furor didn't hesitate and shot the officer several times while the officer let off a round but failed from being wounded. 

Furor walked up to the officer and shot him in the head...

Adriana paused to listen to another of Furor's tales, wondering how long this guy could keep up this trail of carnage. Still, he was keeping the fuzz busy hunting him down which made business a little easier than usual with the heat off her family.

Another day, another dead cop! I'd buy you a drink, but I'd like to stay alive a little longer...

Adriana giggled and walked out of the alley and down the street

hmmmm....a less artistic way of ending life i must say but it still has the intensity and cold bloodedness of a true mafioso....i'm looking forward for the continuation of your adventures..

I like it, as always very entertaining Mr Furor.