First off i apologise that this has already been written here on our streets. But i have decided to re-write it as a story told solely be me. Enjoy!

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My hands and feet were tightly bound as i looked helplessly at my wife. The .45 pressed tight against her head.

"I warned you not to fuck with us Fuller. But no... you know best."

Anger pulsed through my body as he spoke the terrified look in my wifes eyes. and i was powerless, i had failed her.

"Let her go! Kill me instead!" I pleaded with them but they just laughed. "Let her go now and there will be no retaliation, you'll never here from me again."

"It's a little late now Fuller don't ya think?" Him and his henchmen sniggered

"Just let her go its not fair."

"Well you know what they say Fuller... Life's a bitch"

the shot rung out, i screamed and it all went black.

I awoke in a dark alley way, with a bum prodding at me curiously. I shoved him out the way and ran furiously to the bottom of the alley. I spotted a payphone across the street. I ran over and dragged a man out of the phone box. He gave me a torrent of abuse so i gave him a headbutt for his trouble. I picked up the receiver and dialled.

"Hello? Yeah It's me i need your help. Meet me at the cafe on the corner of 501st in half an hour."

I know the title is Lifes a bitch(a story)  but the way you ennded it sounded like RP...is it RP or are you just gonna continue it later?

I'm going to continue it when i've perfected the next part (it obviously wont be perfect but...)

Part 2 ------------------

As i sipped my coffee my contact arrived and handed me a black leather brief case.

"Don't open it here, I heard what happened don't worry we've got guys out looking for the Albanion fucks that did this. And we will find them! C'mon lets get moving we've got a lot of work to do."

As the car set off down 501st i clicked open the briefcase; Inside were my Colt 1911's, my passport and a wedge of cash

"Word has it that they've fled to Cuba, where they're seeking the protection of a small time drug cartel, who run drugs from Cuba right through America. The cartel is run by some guy named Jorge Martinez. The boss has said that we have the hitting team at our disposal and to make sure you get vengence on the bastards that did this. The Hitsquad is meeting us at Philly airport in 15 minutes. You ready for this?"

I nodded as i stared at the road infront, i had to get these people before they get me. As the car swerved round the corner i started to check and ready my guns, this was going to be a a long trip

As Me and the rest of the Hitsquad stepped off the plane, The Golden mass of the roasting sun beat down on us. The locals looked suspiciously at us and whispered amongst themselves. Did they know who we were? if not they soon would.

When we arrived at the hotel a beautiful young assitant was awaiting to help.

"Buenas tardes, es el gerente disponibles?

"certainly sir, i'll just fetch him" The assistant smiled and winked as she went to fetch the manager.

"Tony! i don't believe what are you doing here?"

"Rj my old friend,It's great to see you again. this was my retirment present, What are you doing here?" Tony Grinned as he shook my hand.

"Not here can we talk in private?" I motioned to the room from which Tony had appeared

"of course my friend come through, come through," Tony Motined to the assistant to take the guys upstairs

Tony poured me a drink as i began to explain what had happened. as i finished he shook his head And sipped his drink before looking up and speaking

"you and your guys can stay here as long as you want, and i'll do everything i can to help. just say the word.I'll call Jono and tell him you've arrived and i'll get some other stuff taken care of."

"Thankyou My friend, it means a lot to me." I shook his hand as i stood

"I'd best go and get my guys ready for war."

tell me about it but if you just enjoy it while it last damn a lot of fun can happen