"Jorge my old friend! How are you? long time no see!" I grinned wickedly at him

"F.F.F. Fuller! It's not what you think. It wasn't my fault. I.. I swear it."

"Get up! now!! Martinez got to his feet, he was quivering a little.

"Tony pass me my tire iron." Tony passed me the tire iron and as i weighed it up in my hand Martinez spoke

"Fuller... please don't do anything stupid, please don't hurt me."

"Now Jorge, the ironic thing is I pleaded for my wifes life. but no! your men took it anyway. Well it's ok Jorge i'm going to give you longer than you gave my wife."

I swung my tire iron hard into Martinez' ribs. He dropped to the floor gasping for air, he was a crumpled mess.

"GET UP! COME ON, GET UP!" Martinez managed to drag himself to his feet.

"put your hand on the table Jorge."

"please... no"

"PUT YOUR HAND ON THE TABLE!"

Martinez put his trembling hand on the table. I swung my tire iron down like a bat out of hell, smashing everybone in his hand.

As he let out a scream i whacked the tire iron into his knee making him collapse into a heap on the floor. At that moment Tommy and Jimmy strolled through the door holding their guns to the three Albanions heads.

"Fuck-a-doodle-do! look who it is! it's like an old re-union. Sit over in the corner, Don't move!"

As Martinez tryed to stand I whispered to him.

"Say hello to my wife for me"

I then crushed his head between my tire iron and the concrete wall. One of the Albanions vomited in the corner.

"Line em up boys."

The Albanions whimpered as we held guns to their heads. One of them pleaded with me.

"Please don't kill me! I was just following orders. PLEASE!"

"You know what they say: Lifes a Bitch!"

They were the last words they ever heard. Justice had been delivered And me and my boys we're going home.