Rory triple checked the piece of paper infront of him. He didn't want to fill the wrong guy's skull with lead. He picked up his .38 from the passenger seat before tucking it into his trousers, He stepped out onto the sidewalk. The brisk breeze brushing against his cheeks, he walked up the stone steps and into the block of flats. An old musty smell met his nostrils, A shrunken wreck of a man who looked like a drug addict laid at the bottom of the stairs. Rory looked around, the whole building was a wreck. He began his climb to the sixth floor, His mind began to wonder as to who this person was and why they deserved death. Oh well it was no concern of his. This decrepid old building made Rory think of his childhood. He lived in a similiar block of flats with His mum, dad and younger sister. Now he had no one left: his family died in a housefire whilst Rory was out boxing one night. He shuddered as these thoughts came rushing back. As he reached the Sixth floor he saw the brass number plate of the flat his
target was in. He Pulled his gun upto head height pointing it towards the ceiling as to avoid any sticky accidents. He knocked on the door, His gun trained on the number plate. he waited, Silence. He knocked once more, gun still trained, Silence. He tucked his gun into his waistband, He stood up to full height before kicking the door open. The room was tidy-ish but it evidently belonged to a man. 'Mens' Magazines were sprawled across the floor, beer cans left on the table. The sun was setting outside, Rory was sure the target would be home soon. He swung open a door that led to the bedroom. He took out his gun and cracked open the wardrobe door gun raised, it was empty. Rory climbed inside, gun held by his side he closed the door quietly as he heard a voice.
"What the fuck? Someone's been here." Rory heard the target rush into the apartment clearly worried, The bedroom door crashed open. The target ripped at the bed looking for something. He pulled out a shoe box and tipped it upside down, Piles of $100 bills fell onto the bed.
"Thank fuck for that!" As the mark turned his back to draw the blinds, Rory Smashed the wardrobe door of its hinges firing two shots into the back of the target's head. he fell gracefully before smacking his head into the window smashing it. He lay there motionless, clearly dead. Rory grabbed a huge pile of $100 dollar bills, cramming them into his pockets, he calmly left the room and headed for the stairs. He felt great, Killing was easy but he had to hurry someone might have heard the gunfire. He ran down the stairs, jumping the last few. He dropped a few $100 dollar bills for the hobo as he dashed out of the doors. He pulled open the door of his car and placed the gun on the passenger seat. He checked his list as he set off towards a brothel on the other side of town. This kill had to be good, It had to be discreet a gun would be too noisy and risky. He didn't need the unwanted trouble of curious cops. As he slowed down he heard the unmistakable sound of a brothel, corny music and a lot of moaning and groaning. He parked his car in the alley by the brothel blocking off the exit of the alley. He tucked his gun inside his waistband just incase it didn't go to plan. On entering the Brothel he could smell smoke and hear what sounded like a good time. He slowly climbed the stairs checking the photo of his target. He put it in his pocket as he reached the top of the stairs. He instantly spotted his target dancing with a woman over in the corner. He took a beer and went to confer with what looked like the owner.
"Hey Honey, looking for a good time?" Her voice was soft and kind of sexy
"I'm here on business, see that guy over there, Jimmy.." Rory pointed out the target. "How long has he been here, and what has he paid?"
"That fuck hasn't paid anything, he's got a tab as long as my legs. He owes me $3,000." She shook her head as she spoke.
"I tell you what, I'll cover his tab if you get him out of here. How's that?" Rory produced a wad of $100 dollar bills from his pocket.
"You got it sugar, and make sure you come back some time huh? i'd love to show you a good time." She winked at Rory before turning and walking over to the corner to speak with her girl. The girl smiled and lead Jimmy off by the hand towards the stairs. Rory dropped the notes on the table and followed. He drained his bottle and slipped it into his sleeve. As he reached the bottom of the stairs. The girl opened the exit door, she grabbed Jimmy's nuts and he fell to the floor, Rory swiftly followed up by kicking him in the head, he fell sideways out of the door.
"Thanks Flower, you didn't see any of this though did you?"
"No, of course not." She smiled at Rory and went back inside. Jimmy started to climb back to his feet, still disorientated.
"You fuck, you think you can con Don Pip? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm sorry, It was a mistake. It won't happen again i'm sorry! Jimmy's voice whimpered as he spoke. Rory took the bottle out of his sleeve and raised it high above Jimmy's head, He jumped up and swung the bottle down as hard as he could, it smashed sickeningly against his skull. He slumped to the floor. Rory plunged the broken bottle into Jimmy's chest and neck ten times, blood squirted everywhere. He bent over to check for a pulse, He was dead.
"Damn right it won't." Rory turned and walked towards his car, He felt.. He wasn't sure how he felt. It wasn't guilt but he wasn't scott free. He wasn't sad but he wasn't happy. He was calm and relaxed as he climbed into his Model-T. He reversed out of the alleyway and drove. As he passed the market on the corner he saw an old oil drum which had been lit for warmth. He stopped the car remembering what Pip had said, he walked across the road and dropped the envelope carefully into the roaring flames. He watched it as it burnt to ash, before returning to his car.
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"I was most impressed with your work Rory, Very professional, especially for a first kill. I'd like you to come and work for me. I feel i need someone like you. On the contrary if you keep on how you've started you'll soon rise through the ranks."
"Don Pip, it would be an absolute honour. I have longed for this opportunity for a very long time. I thank you for granting me a chance. I will not disappoint." Rory took Pip's hand and kissed his ring before standing. He bowed his head to his Don and left the room. Rory had a huge grin on his face as he saw Pixxie across the compound courtyard.
"Pixxie, Wait up!" Rory ran towards her still a massive grin spread across his face.
"Hey honey, glad to see you completed your job safely. it's good to see you again. Have you spoken to Pip?"
"It's good to see you too! I've just spoken to Pip and he wants me to come and work for him! which means i'll get to see a lot more of you!" Pixxie blushed as he spoke.
"Congratulations, I look most forward to working with you." He kissed her on the cheek, a mark of respect and care.
"Care for a drink? i know a lovely little bar not far from here."
"I'd love too Rory." Pixxie took hold of Rory's arm as they walked towards the compound gate, the sun setting before them. What an awesome day! |