Part One
Uggh. My head is pounding. One too many shots of Jack Daniel's will do that to ya' and at age 43, it hurts even worse. The glow of my alarm clock to the right of me only seems to irritate me even more. The phone rings. I sit up, rubbing my temples, and lay my hand across the breast of some twenty year old. The broad and I got drunk in some seedy bar downtown and almost broke the headboard of the bed in the hotel suite.
I pick up the phone and put it to my ear in the dark. The operator says I have a call and I press 1 to receive it.
"Who the hell is calling me at this time of night?" I ask roughly.
"It's Eddie Yomare. We got big trouble Brock. I thought you might come to the hotel since it's a Saturday night so I called," says Eddie sounding nervous.
My eyes light up with excitement at this bit of news.
"What kind of trouble?" I ask carefully.
"Let's just put it this way: if we don't take care of it, we all might be dead by morning," finished Eddie.
I look at the alarm clock. It reads 1:30 AM.
I sigh into the phone.
"How long do we have?" I ask Eddie.
"We have until 12:00 PM to get the job done. Do you accept it or decline?" asks Eddie hopefully.
I stand up and put my faded black jeans back on, a wifebeater, and my lucky long black trench coat on. I look outside the hotel window and see it's raining hell outside. Of course I was gonna accept it. I had no reason to decline. No wife or kids, no goals in life, no reason to turn back. Hell, if I ended up dying today, I could at least say I got laid for the last time.
"Meet me at Sam's Diner in 10 minutes. I want all the details Eddie," I finish as I hang up the phone.
I reach under the mattress and pull out ole Lucille. Ohh me and Lucille go back years. She was with me through thick and thin and damn the man who tries to take her from me. I stuff the Colt Magnum .45 in the back of my jeans and pull out a Benji. I throw it on the bed and walk for the door. Thanks sweetie. You gave this man love in the rain. I crack my weathered hands and open the door. It's gonna be one hell of a morning.
I step outside into the hallway to see a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing beside the door. He looks like some young punk hired to be an enforcer.
"Hey pops, I was sent to fetch ya," says the kid in an indignant way.
"Oh yeah? How about I rearrange those glasses for ya?" I ask raising my fist.
Suddenly, stars appear in my eyes as something hits me in the back of the head. I touch my skull and see blood. The bastard set me up.
I turn around to see another punk with a lead pipe raising it for a home-run hit. I give him the one-hitter quitter in the mouth and turn his hit into a strike out. I turn around to see his buddy shaking with fear.
"Now look what happened," I begin.
I reach down into my inner leather pocket and bring up a 5 inch butterfly knife. I flip the blade out and grab the kid by the collar and pull him close.
"Now, you're gonna tell me why you two are here or I'm gonna carve you up so bad, you'll be known as the "Human Jigsaw Puzzle," I say to him threateningly.
The kid chuckles and spits in my face. I laugh with him and headbutt him in the nose breaking it. Crimson red blood spurts from his nose and he starts crying. I let go of his collar and grab his arm. I twist it to the left and break it in half. He starts to scream, but I grab him by the mouth.
"Now do I have your cooperation?" I ask him.
He bites me. I chuckle again.
"Now I am gonna carve you up like a turkey kid," I say as I descend on him like a hawk.
This is gonna get messy.
End of Part One
Uggh. My head is pounding. One too many shots of Jack Daniel's will do that to ya' and at age 43, it hurts even worse. The glow of my alarm clock to the right of me only seems to irritate me even more. The phone rings. I sit up, rubbing my temples, and lay my hand across the breast of some twenty year old. The broad and I got drunk in some seedy bar downtown and almost broke the headboard of the bed in the hotel suite.
I pick up the phone and put it to my ear in the dark. The operator says I have a call and I press 1 to receive it.
"Who the hell is calling me at this time of night?" I ask roughly.
"It's Eddie Yomare. We got big trouble Brock. I thought you might come to the hotel since it's a Saturday night so I called," says Eddie sounding nervous.
My eyes light up with excitement at this bit of news.
"What kind of trouble?" I ask carefully.
"Let's just put it this way: if we don't take care of it, we all might be dead by morning," finished Eddie.
I look at the alarm clock. It reads 1:30 AM.
I sigh into the phone.
"How long do we have?" I ask Eddie.
"We have until 12:00 PM to get the job done. Do you accept it or decline?" asks Eddie hopefully.
I stand up and put my faded black jeans back on, a wifebeater, and my lucky long black trench coat on. I look outside the hotel window and see it's raining hell outside. Of course I was gonna accept it. I had no reason to decline. No wife or kids, no goals in life, no reason to turn back. Hell, if I ended up dying today, I could at least say I got laid for the last time.
"Meet me at Sam's Diner in 10 minutes. I want all the details Eddie," I finish as I hang up the phone.
I reach under the mattress and pull out ole Lucille. Ohh me and Lucille go back years. She was with me through thick and thin and damn the man who tries to take her from me. I stuff the Colt Magnum .45 in the back of my jeans and pull out a Benji. I throw it on the bed and walk for the door. Thanks sweetie. You gave this man love in the rain. I crack my weathered hands and open the door. It's gonna be one hell of a morning.
I step outside into the hallway to see a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing beside the door. He looks like some young punk hired to be an enforcer.
"Hey pops, I was sent to fetch ya," says the kid in an indignant way.
"Oh yeah? How about I rearrange those glasses for ya?" I ask raising my fist.
Suddenly, stars appear in my eyes as something hits me in the back of the head. I touch my skull and see blood. The bastard set me up.
I turn around to see another punk with a lead pipe raising it for a home-run hit. I give him the one-hitter quitter in the mouth and turn his hit into a strike out. I turn around to see his buddy shaking with fear.
"Now look what happened," I begin.
I reach down into my inner leather pocket and bring up a 5 inch butterfly knife. I flip the blade out and grab the kid by the collar and pull him close.
"Now, you're gonna tell me why you two are here or I'm gonna carve you up so bad, you'll be known as the "Human Jigsaw Puzzle," I say to him threateningly.
The kid chuckles and spits in my face. I laugh with him and headbutt him in the nose breaking it. Crimson red blood spurts from his nose and he starts crying. I let go of his collar and grab his arm. I twist it to the left and break it in half. He starts to scream, but I grab him by the mouth.
"Now do I have your cooperation?" I ask him.
He bites me. I chuckle again.
"Now I am gonna carve you up like a turkey kid," I say as I descend on him like a hawk.
This is gonna get messy.
End of Part One
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