The Greek was sitting at the bar of his club in Detroit.  There sat a few wiseguy’s wanting to know how he got the tag The Greek.  His real name was Antonio Santos.  He was orphaned at the age of fifthteen and that’s when he went from a kid that went to school and did whatever his parents wanted him to do.  To the evil fuck he is today.  The men at the table didn’t believe the old man that was talking.  Then the old man told them that back in Birmingham England a young kid owed The Greek fifty quid.   The Greek asked the kid for the money and the boy laughed and walked away.  

The Greek went to the kids father who in turn told him to fuck off.  That night the kid found the Greek with two of his buddies and they beat the crap out of him.  So the Greek went home and sulked.  Then he spotted a lead pipe on the ground as he stood in the back alley doorway of a restaurant he worked in.  He took that pipe and filled it with dirt packing it in the pipe tightly and wrapping it in black tape.   He made a blackjack and went to the Kids fathers bar.  The kid worked there at night helping to clean up for the next day.  He knock and the kid asked The Greek what the fuck did he want.  The Greek told him that he wanted to apologize for his error. Once the boy turned around The Greek busted him in the back of his head. Then locked the entrance door behind him.  Then he pulled out the string he packed in his coat pocket and tied the boy up.   

Then The Greek went to the back room, the father was back there on the phone talking to the boy’s mother.  He didn’t hear The Greek then his lights went out and when the father awoke he saw that he had his arms tied behind his back seating in a chair.  His feet tied to the chair also.  Looking around he saw his son tied up next to him.  Then he saw The Greek walking towards them.  The Greek told them that he finished cleaning up for the night but they now owed fifty one quid now.  He asked who was going to pay and the Father told him to let them loose and he won't have to beat him too badly.  The Greek smiled then he started throwing darts at the son.  First the blue tips one stuck in the son’s face cheek then the other two in the boy's chest.  That woke him up quickly as he was crying.  

Then the Greek asked again and got the same answer over and over and over again until the son’s face was covered with both the blue and green darts and blood.  The Greek then told the boy that he was sorry that his fuck of a father loved his cash more then his son.  Then The Greek started throwing darts at the father taking an eye out with the first throw.  Then he walked over to the Father and whispered that he already took a hundred quid out of the cash box but left him a hundred quid.  Then The Greek told them that he was leaving town but he would have to ensure that they would not run to the police before he was gone.  The boy began to plead for mercy as The Greek was putting an oily substance on them both.  Then he looked at the cash box and took the rest of the cash.   

The Greek stood back and looked at them and asked why didn't they just pay him and the father told The Greek to go to hell.  That night the tavern burned down with the father and son still inside.  They asked the old man, how do they know if that was a  true story.  He told them if they don’t believe him they can ask him.  They said no, that they heard that he makes people disappear to the point that not even the police can find the bodies nor the mob.  He’s expensive and he always gets the job done.