In this life, you know, our life. Things can get out of hand quickly and before you know it, someone ends up dead. Sometimes it's over money, disrespect or even someone making a threat. But the other times, that's when it puts into prospective what a thin line everyone walks. Those are the times when all you have to do is make a joke and someone takes it the wrong way, arguements over card games get out of hand and someone ends up laying on their back, eyes wide open with a shocked expression on their face in a pool of blood.

This situation, was one of those things that could of been avoidable, but what can you do.

On this particular day, I just had a good feeling about everything in general, I felt good, I damn sure looked good. The night was calm, real nice and cool out, a little bit of a breeze and I was about to make one of the biggest scores of my life. A friend of mine who I had went to high school with was big in the coke scene, granted she probably snorted more than she sold but still, she was the girl to see if you wanted to sell some stuff and make a lot of cash quickly. she was a short lady, which is probably why she had an inferiority complex about everything and worked out almost twenty-four-seven. Around my age, maybe even a little bit older. While she didn't live in the best neighborhood, I felt pretty calm outside of her house in my car. But I was getting anxious, I'd been there twenty-minutes already and I had other matter to take care of before I ended my night.


"Urghh! Come on Betty, this can't take that long." I said to myself, getting impatient and annoyed.

Finally the door opens, very pretty, very built, black short haired male walked outside, said something to Betty, smiled and walked away. As he walked by the car I made eye contact. He had all the signs of a coke head and I had mistaken the lack of light for a handsome man. His face is clean but looks stoned, His thought to be thick body was nothing but layers of clothes he had to wear because he couldn't afford an apartment and slept around with random people in the city for a line and a place to stay. He walked away out of sight and I noticed Betty standing in the door way, waving me over.

As I get out of the car and say loudly, "Its about time, my ass was startin to hurt waiting."

I shook her hand, she asked me how I was doin. I said the usual matter. She shut the door and locked 3 different dead bolts plus a chain. As far as cleaniness goes, it was..ok. I mean, I wouldn't suggest eating anything off the floors, or the plates for that matter, but it's not like you would be struck with the plague if you sat on the couch in her living room.


"How's things goin with you Betty? Everything ok? How's your daughter and everyone doin?", I asked her as I went to her fridge to get something to drink, She don't have any beer but suprisingly she did have fruit juice, and some milk that was half empty. I grabbed a juice and sat on the couch, looking at the guns she had hung up on the walls. Shotguns, machine guns, pistols, grenades, brass knuckles, various bats decorated most of her living room. It is very unusual for a woman to own this kind of place, It had a cozyness to it.


"It's goin alright, I gotta make that money and make sure my baby girl can eat everyday, I'm a divorced woman, that's all that matters." Betty told me, as she sat in front of me in a chair, making herself comfortable.


"So how much were you wanting to spend? A good five-million can get you three-hundred kilos. And I know with your connections you can spread that shit around, double the profit. Just a heads up."

I nodded my head, she knew how to cut right to the point and wasn't afraid to let you know what was on her mind. That's why I liked doing business with her, no hassle and since we had known each other for years, it cut out ninety-percent of the bullshit out.


"I can swing that, but three-hundred kilos? Damn Betty, I mean yeah I have people that can move it but something like that would have to move fast enough for the cops not to catch on." 

Betty was just about to give me some nonsense reply on how I was and how she knew I could it. When I hear what sounds like a shotgun blast hit the door and it's kicked in. I duck down behind the couch and Betty grabs her gun and jumps over the side next to me. Lucky me I had my gun in my waist.


"Where the fuck is she? I know I heard shes talkin'. Go upstairs and check what she have up there, don't forget the stuff and take any guns you can get."

The voice sounded away from us, Betty peaked her head over the couch and seen the guy talking was carrying the shotgun that blew a whole the size of a watermelon through his door. She cocked the hammer back slowly, stood up and fired off a shot. Bam! Hitting the first guy in the head, dropping him to the floor and leaving a mist against the family portrait that hung on the wall. While it did kill one of these assholes, it made the others aware of where we were. Before Betty had time to retreat or fire off another shot, the 3 that were still in the door way and one that was on the stairs opened fire.


"OH SHIT! BETTY!" I screamed, as parts of Betty's flesh hit me, the metal smell of blood everywhere. I jumped up, and starting firing off as many shots as I could while I was backing out the door through the kitchen. If I could get away, there's no doubt I could find out who the fuck these guys where and deal with them on a level playing field.


"YOU SNEEKY BITCH!" Was all I heard as bullets whizzed by me, everything was going good then BOOM!, I got hit in the shin, then another hit me in the shoulder. Hot lead burns the flesh and causes enough pain for you to cry like a baby. I'm squeezing that trigger as quick as i can. Then all of a sudden it stops, what the fuck? The gun jammed on me. Boom, I'm hit again, in the arm, the chest, the neck, part of my ear feels like its been pierced.

"KILL HER!" 

I fall back on to Betty's breakfast table, blood everywhere and my body racked with pain. I can hear them coming closer, my ears are ringing but that's the last of my worries. I feel hot metal pressed up against my temple and a hammer being cocked back. My life flashes through my eyes, everything I've done, everyone I've known. And it's all about to end right here, right now. Then he shout...

"You almost got away, too bad you and your friend have to die, but i might let you go. It wasn't supposed to be this way, you had options. Anything you want to say before you die?" This bass filled voice says to me with so much hate that if I could lift my head I would of spit in his face, if it wasn't covered by a mask. He laughed and pressed the barrel harder into my skull.

"Pull that trigger and not only will I kill you and your pals, I'll kill all of your families!" I hear very stern and serious voice boomed out of no where, it sounded familiar, but who was it?

I never had time to find out, I blacked out from all the pain and bleeding. The next thing I remember, I woke up in the hospital, wrapped in bandages like a mummy like in the movies and left with my jaw wired shut. Unfortunately, there is much larger matter that I need to deal with. My family! I walk off, leaving a trail of wet red footprints on the hospital floor. The nurse and the doctor didn't notice. I slowly sneak out from the hospital with bandage all over my body heading to the headquarters.