He was wiggling around like a fish out of water but the knots in the rope were just too tight. He couldn't quite break free. He was in a large van with me and another guy. We both had guns pointed at him. The other man was a close friend of mine since childhood named Pete (a made man).

"Ok." I said. "Go try and call the boss again"

"Ok, good call" Pete said.

As Pete got out the guy on the floor was trying to say something but couldn't. I decided to take the gag out of his mouth.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy." I said. "What is it?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tommy said with angry eyes.

"Tommy, you're the underboss and you set up a plan to take out the boss. What did you think? We weren't gonna find out?

"Yeah, I suppose so...I was gonna promote you Billy!"

"That's no excuse! Rules are rules! You have to get permission from the commission before whacking out a boss and you know it!"

"I know, I know."

"Right now, Pete is trying to call the boss to get the 'ok'."

"Please, Billy, before you kill me, take my shoes off? I don't want to die with my shoes on."

"Ok. You're still my underboss...for now. I'll take your shoes off."

Pete finally got back from the gas station payphone and slid into the drivers seat.

"Why's his shoes off?"

I said, "He asked me. He doesn't want to die with his shoes on."

"Oh...Well he is still the underboss...I didn't get a hold of him so we're gonna have to wait."

So we sat and waited for about 3 hours before trying the boss again. Pete got out and went to the payphone again at the gas station. About 15 minuets went by before he slithered back into the drivers seat. My gun still pointed at Tommy's head.

With a chilling in-difference in his voice Pete said, "The boss says you gotta go."

Tommy's head fell back and hit the floor of the van as he sighed knowing that his time is up. We drove for a while out of New York City and into the wilderness. We took an off beatin path to the top of a hill that had a little clearing surrounded by a forest. The clearing had lots of beautiful flowers in it. It looked nice. Pete thought it would be a peaceful spot to die. "This is where I would want to die" Pete said.

I looked at him and said, "I'll have to remember that."

We got out of the van and we both dragged Tommy to the middle of the clearing. I took the gag out of his mouth.

Tommy with a pleading face said, "Please, don't let Billy kill me. He's not a made man. I want a made man to kill me. Please, let me die like a man."

I lowered my gun and at the same time Pete raised his to the back of Tommy's head. There was a slight cold breeze in the air as if the earth new what was going to happen. We could hear some birds chirping and a crackle in the forest, probably a deer.

It was quite for a moment. And then it came. The shot echoed at the same time that the blood exited Tommy's forehead and into the air. Tommy the long time underboss of 26 years fell to the ground. First to his knees and then he was almost completely covered from the weeds and flowers.

Pete said looking at Tommy who was face down in the wild flowers, "And that's that."

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Daamn you coulda let Tommy go, he could'a started a new life, with a wife and kids. I didn't want Tommy to die; and his shoes, his beautiful shoes! :(