It was cold as fuck that day. I remember as if it all happened today. One of Adoni´s messengers came to knock on my door while I was at the Black Horse desperately laughing about Johnny´s jokes.

When I opened the small piece of paper I could read

“BOBBY GLASSES. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. J.A”

Nodding to myself I finished my glass of whiskey and excused myself from the boys saying I had some business to take care.

I didn't know much about this guy, only some rumors that the son of a bitch was sabotaging our coke. If there´s one thing you cannot do in this environment is fucking someone else´s millionaire operation and not expect repercussions that gonna cease your existence. If in any regular day the pay would be enough to put a smile on my face, knowing what this cock sucker did was like putting business with pleasure together.

In a question of a few phone calls I found his whereabouts. Philly was a big city but the world was very small, especially in this business. The guy was partying in one of the trendiest social clubs in town.

Walking into the place I paid the bouncer to make sure his lips were sealed in case anybody made questions about me. He knew who I was and was well aware that this was his best option anyway. It was when I saw my prey. There he was, as greedy as his size from what I can see, alongside two other fat fucks and their goomahs.

I returned back to my car and waited for an opportunity. If this was gonna happen, it was not gonna be in a crowded place like this. Too many eyes. Too many people to shut up.

The cigarettes were disappearing one after the other to kill time. Hours went by. I fought against my sleepiness that was already taking over my body. I stood there for almost an hour looking at couple that was almost fucking each other in the middle of the street a few meters away from me. I even had time to feel pity of the homeless guy that was roaming the streets looking for food, almost making me leave the car just to give him whatever was in my pocket, but in the end I just stood still on my seat.

And just when I was about to give up he and his mistress come outside to smoke. Both of them looking more intoxicated than what their bodies can sustain. While they entertain themselves between smoke and cocaine, I make sure my revolver it's fully loaded. I throw my cigarette away and put my furtive mode on. I can only see my target now. As I exited the car it looks like all of a sudden the entire place goes silent as if trying to denunciate my steps that are now echoing through the streets louder and louder at each step I give towards him.
The bouncer already realized what was about to happen, so he goes inside for a moment closing the doors behind him.

“Mr. Abbandando?”

It's then that he looks at me. Straight into my eyes. My own fixed on his in return to let him realize what was going on and who was about to be his murderer.

“Joe Adonis sent you a message”

I point my gun, and he starts screaming and running through the street until I shot at him hitting him on the back. That was enough to put him on the floor. I shortened the distance between both and when I am face to face with him the guy begs for his life on a time when there´s nothing I could do about it. Decisions made on that round table of the pier where like faith, you couldn't run away from them.

BOOM. Two shots in the face are gonna make him unrecognizable. Not even a funeral they're gonna be able to pull for this cock sucker.
People start screaming and running at every direction when coming out of the club. I could hear sirens from the distance. I was time to fuck off from the scene.

Half an hour later I threw my gun in the river. The next day I collected $5000. For a guy that used to make $50 a day it was something. Enough to make me realize that killing people was a more profitable than most rackets in this business. All it took was a bullet in the head anyway.