I was down in the club waiting on a few of the boys. I didn't need to wait long, however, as they began casually strolling through the doors, greeting everyone as they came in. Funny thing was, everyone greeted them back as if they knew them. Which they did. That's what was great about being in this line of work. Everyone knew you, and everyone respected you. That's how it should have been. How did the old saying go? As far back as I could remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

So this fat lard of shit comes over to me and throws his arms around my shoulders and embraces me, as if he knew me personally. I'd met the guy maybe a handful of times and he thinks this is acceptable? Fuck it, I'd have one of Tricky's boys stick a death pin through his shirt when he sleeps. Looking at the guy with disgust I make my way over to Vito, the guy who I had originally been waiting to meet.

"Vito, where the fuck you been eh?" I says to him as he kisses me on each cheek and pulls me towards the bar. "Always fuckin late, fella."

See Vito was a real classy guy. He did what he wanted, when he wanted and nobody ever gave a fuck. The reason for this was because he did so much for everyone else. You short a few bucks on your rent? Vito will pay it for you. Your kid can't get into that fancy school you been applying for for years? Vito will call in a few favors. He was a good fella, and everyone liked him. 

Suddenly I feel this yank on the back of my jacket, and I turn to see someone pull a gun on me. I guess when people say that right before they are about to die or have a near death moment that their life flashes before their eyes. Mine certainly fuckin did. In a split second I was behind the trashcans out the back of my parents house going balls deep inside of Stacy Fletcher... Then I was at my Mothers house for Christmas... Oh look it's my first ever job I pulled for Hisoka on the orders of Tricky. Fuck what a life I had.

The trigger gets pulled and that's the last thing I see. That is until I woke up in the hospital a few days later after being in some kind of a coma. Flowers at my bedside, and this bright fuckin light spitting in my face. God damn that shit was bright.

"Nurse." I begin to call out. "Nurse! Help!"

The nurse in charge of the ward comes in and she says oh you're finally awake huh? Yeah no fuckin shit I'm finally awake. Where's my gun, I gotta make sure they ain't coming back to finish me off. She tells me I'm in a safe place and no one can get me here. Yeah right, that's what my mother used to tell me right before my father kicked two of my fuckin teeth down my throat. I want the bastards that knocked me over.

"Nurse, I want to make a phone call."

She helps me get dressed and takes me down the hall to where the phones are. I dial Hisoka's number in and I hang the receiver between my face and shoulder. He answers and I feel myself getting a little drowsy from the meds.

"Yeah it's me, Gooch. Can you get a car down to me right away, boss. I'm coming to the club and I'll meet you there. I need some answers if that's fine with you."