24 Days Until The End – Bad Day: My Kiss Goodnight, Part Four – Short Story

The new regime was set, Sally was in place, and the other girls followed, Belenti’s cut was sixty, but for a fledgling business, that wasn’t really that bad. All I had to do was play Killdone the right way, and then, set Belenti up, without anyone giving anything away, that’s why I left all the balls in my court and played the rest.

First I fed Killdone the story, Slim was struck down by a hostile take over, Sally and a heavy hitter, who I had no info on, were now the owners of the shit hole, Belenti was their enforcement and we, or more like Killdone was out in the cold. He was pissed, he got even more pissed when I told him about Jackson’s cover being blown and Belenti himself putting a hole in his head. He wanted to go guns blazing, wanted everyone dead, typical knee jerk reaction, but, I managed to convince him if we did, it could cause us more damaged, he went on a rant about not caring about damage, sprouted shit about wounded animals either fall over and die, or they bite back, and he wasn’t going to lay down and die. I laid my glock on the table before him and said something pretty profound, I don’t exactly remember all the words, but it was something like, tomorrow, belongs to people like Belenti, the ways of old, how Killdone and others like him built their empires, is over, people side with those who protect, not kill, we could earn more by playing this smarter, than just going in and killing everyone.

He gave me that look, the one where he doesn’t know if he wants to hit me or kiss me, he searched the faces of the others, they nodded, fuckers had taken it, I played them all, I knew they don’t like the mess we make, I knew they’d rather a different approach, and maybe, if I could work this right, everyone could get out of this fucking mess in one piece, or more importantly, I could.

He grunted, said this was on me if it all went to shit, I’d be responsible, I agreed, said it would work, and after it was all done, we’d not only have Belenti out of the way, but we’d have all his business, and more, Killdone grunted again, said we’d see, then he said the one thing I didn’t want him to, he said, if this falls into the shit, like he thinks it will, that pretty little thing that’s got my dick all hard will be taking a trip, one she’d never come back from. I swallowed, gave him my best what the fuck look, but deep down, I knew the fat fuck had my number.

All that was seven weeks ago, a lot of things happened, a lot of shit that will bore the absolute piss out of you, so I’m going to keep it simple, all you need to know is, I kept everything moving, Killdone was anxious, but let the game play, Belenti was getting stronger, dragging a lot of Killdone’s people to his side, he looked weak, like he knew he would, and some of our business partners saw that.

As for Sally, she was making serious cash, the business was moving upwards, and we developed something, you see she, she touched me in ways I can’t begin to understand, that’s when I should’ve pulled away, I shouldn’t of got as close as I did, now, as I sit here, actually fucking crying why she dies in my arms, all I can think about is making someone pay, and to be honest, it’s not because someone snuffed her out, it’s because someone actually found a way in, and you know what, I was happy, so someone has to pay. I just don’t fucking know who played their hand, but you know what, I’ll find out, and then I’ll kiss them fucking goodnight.

25 Days Until The End – Bad Day: My Kiss Goodnight, Part Three – Short Story

I poured Sally a drink and she nervously came and sat beside me, girl could drink, but, I guess if you’d just had some arsehole drive a couple of solid fists into you, then witnessed said arsehole have his head blown off and your boss, you’d need a couple of stiff drinks as well.

We started talking, nothing at the start, but, after time, all of life’s stories, she’d moved to the big city, small town girl, you know the fucking song, so I won’t bore you with all the lyrics, anyway, she needed work, someone saw potential, next thing you know she’s flipping her titties out, and grinding oldboys on a couch for money. But, like all girls working the trade, she had a dream, she wanted to open her own place, respectable, up market, not like this shit hole, apparently her and another three of the girls had been saving, almost had enough to lease some dive at the wrong end of town, but, like I said, she had a dream.

That’s when I had the idea, hostile take over, take Slim’s place, I knew some local meat heads would help look after the girls, keep the patrons in check, she didn’t know at first, there was Belenti and his crew to worry about. I told her to leave them to me, when they got there, I’d handle all the talking, he was a business man, she cut a deal with him, he’d overlook Slim’s demise.

They came in, smooth, not guns blazing as I’d imagined, as I’ve done myself, Jackson was one of his wing men, we didn’t share any glances, this wasn’t our first dance, we knew how to play the, I don’t know you game.

Belenti knew who I was, word on the street was the maker and breaker of guys like me, helped me with the cops, but, there was always a negative as well. He wanted to know why one of Killdone’s trigger men was taking out a perspective client, I told him my story, sold him on the whole shebang, Sally and all, he was gun-shy, wanted to know why one of Killdone’s most trusted would be cutting a deal for his woman with the man who was going to take over all of Killdone’s business.

I feed him more shit, told him this isn’t about Killdone, this isn’t about what he’s doing, this is about Sally and her girls, this is about looking out for the future.

We came to terms, he was happy to have Sally take over, any trouble stemmed from it, he’d make sure they were handled, then he did the most surprising thing of the night, he executed Jackson in front of me, said if he found out this was all another Killdone ploy, like Jackson was, he wouldn’t fuck around this time, he’d come back and execute Sally and all the other girls, I bit my lip, clenched my teeth, gave him my word, and he left.

Shit way sideways, and I couldn’t tell Killdone the full story, to be honest, there was nothing I could tell him, I’d gone from helping out a damsel in distress, to putting multiple targets on her back, and the only way I could make it right was to take out one of the targets, because it’d remove the other, the only problem I had, was which one was I going to take out…

26 Days Until The End – Bad Day: My Kiss Goodnight, Part Two – Short Story

So, I’m standing there, my glock smoking, Sally screaming her fucking perky little tittys off, and her boss lying in an ever-growing pool of blood, I’d not only fucked the chicken with this one, I’d also boned the cow, jerked off the bull and performed fellatio on the roster as well, Killdone was going to be pissed.

I left through the back door as the goon squad came looking for the commotion, three shots ripped into the door as it closed behind me, I headed into the darkness of the streets.

Once I was far enough away I made a call, guy by the name of Jackson, enforcer for Killdone, only guy I trusted to have my back, when I told him the score he shat, apparently word on the street was Slim had been getting cosy with a piece of slime by the name of Harry Belenti. Belenti and his small time crew of handmaidens had been pulling a few of Killdone’s big time customers over to their side of the fence for the last few weeks, and Killdone had Jackson running rat, seeing if he could get some inside info that could help bring them down. What surprised me was how afraid of Belenti Jackson was, and couldn’t shut the fuck up about how he’d see Slim’s murder as an execution, Killdone’s way of sending him a message, one that would start a war between the sides, one, Jackson was worried we wouldn’t walk away from.

Once I hung up, I knew there wasn’t much more damage that I could do, I mean, it was oblivious I had to go after Belenti before he went for Killdone, removing Belenti would quell Killdone’s anger and keep my head. So, I doubled back, his goons were still, or so they thought, on my tail. I came up behind them, grabbed the fattest fuck, who was obviously at the back, stuck my six-inch blade through the back of his throat, so he could have his fucking fill of blood, one of the other oldboys saw him go down, he screamed as he turned, finger stuck in the trigger of his SLR Automatic, sliced through two of his buddies and dropped half-a-dozen or more into fatty’s wide arse frame, when his clip ran dry, I popped up, dropped one into his skull and another two into the last of Slim’s freak show body, this guy, I left alive, winged him in the side of the head, I needed a message man.

He begged for me not to kill him, swore he wouldn’t tell anyone, not the game player I’d hoped for, I drilled another into his shoulder, told him he’s alive only because I need him to pass on a message, told him Slim touch my woman, and if Belenti wanted some payback, he could find me waiting at the bar.

Big time game plan, little thought, when I got back, Sally was still crying, local blues had showed up, so I flashed my smile, played house, and soon had them on their way, early on I found out how bullshit the, who you know line is, it’s not who you fucking know these days, it’s who knows of you, and these boys, knew I wasn’t the man to be fucking with. After they left, I sat down, poured myself and drink, downed it, and settled my eyes on Sally, it was going to be a long night, but, at least I had something good to look at.

27 Days Until The End – Bad Day: My Kiss Goodnight, Part One – Short Story

Pinnerforth, that’s the last word she said to me, fuck knows what it meant at the time, but I vowed I’d find out.

Her name was Sally York, stripper from the wrong side of town, you know, one of those heart of gold types, just wanted to be happy, getting her kit off in front of guys for money apparently did that for her, well that’s what she told me anyway, that’s before I showed her a different kind of happiness, one that didn’t included beating her.

That’s how we first met, I was doing a pick up for Killdone, Krystal In Your Lap, maggot place, toxic, like most of the girls who worked there. Piece of trash calling himself Jersey Slim ran the joint, stories I’ve heard from some of the boys made me cringe, probably why I wanted to be the pick up guy on one of his runs. See, this sort of shit is well below my pay grade, Killdone balked at the idea of one of his prized guns going to such a low-level target like Slim, but I told him I’d do it for nothing, he asked why the fuck did I want into Slim’s shit hole for? That’s when I told him some of the stories I’d heard, how he ran his business and that I wanted to stick my nose in it a little.

Not my problem Killdone said, he didn’t care how his the money was procured, just that Slim paid his taxes.

As far as Killdone was concerned, the conversation was over, but I went anyway, made the drop, apparently Slim is not the sort of guy who belittles himself with paying off the man, so a greaser named Silas did the payoff, I asked if it was alright if I enjoyed a few of the shows, he didn’t care, so I poked around, had a few drinks and ended the night by putting Slim and Silas in the ground.

Okay, it wasn’t that simple, I didn’t just down a few drinks and decide to off them, it was the poor girl who was running late that caused it all.

I saw her running through the main doors and into the bar, she pleaded with Silas, told him how sorry she was, how she’d never be late again. He clipped her across the face, grabbed her by the hair, and bragged her out the back.

I came here to be nosey, so, I made my way over to the door, heard her crying, him yelling, the sound of what I can guess was her, taking another hit, then, this Silas guy going off his head, about the chances she’d been given, the breaks, how now, she needed to pay to man.

Now, I don’t give a flying fuck how someone runs their business, I mean, sometimes the people working for you need to learn how to take a punch, but when I heard the slimy fuck tell her to suck his cock or she’d find herself out the door, or worse, I had to intervene.

The look he gave me was one of shock, and then anger, I told him to let her go, he told me to fuck off, I said I’m not going anywhere, that’s when he pulled out his piece, anyway, three seconds later, Silas was dead, Sally was screaming louder and Slim came running, he cock hanging out of his pants, and a much larger piece in his hands, he swore, told me to get the fuck out before he did something I’ll regret, needless to say, that piece of wisdom he parted with was more like his last regret.

51 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 4 – Short Story

Three hours, that’s how long we sat there, we talked, argued, hit each other a few more times, fucked, like you didn’t think that was not going to happen, and then we came up with a compromise.

She wanted someone to pay for the carnage, not just for herself, but for bragging rights, the street needed it, if she didn’t get vengeance, the family, she’d, seem weak. Now, I didn’t want it to be me, surprisingly, neither did she, so, we set our sights on the Bestwick’s, I mean, if it wasn’t for them, this would’ve been over and done with earlier. She was cosy with Flannigan, like I said earlier, she’d been sleeping with him for the last few years on and off, but, she had no real feelings for him, and decided it would be the best way to close a book on that chapter of her life, and set up shop with me as her right hand, I wasn’t sure how Killdone would feel about that, but, right now, I just didn’t want to die, so, I would’ve agreed to almost anything, well almost anything.

We called an old friend of mine, who patched us up as good as good as she could, then I took Matilda to my storage container and we armed ourselves up, fucked some more, argued again, then made our way to the wrong part of town, to hammer the nail in Flannigan Bestwick and his boys, to cement our new business arrangement.

Matilda got us through the door like we were ghosts, but once inside, I took over, or more like my weaponry did. We took out Sheamus and Rory, Flannigan’s younger brothers, up close and personal, Matilda slit Rory’s throat like a pro, while I drilled two shots into Sheamus’ skull with my peacemaker, fuck, I love that gun. We took down some grunts, before Flannigan made his appearance, he came at me, hit me hard, my shoulder clicked out of place for the second time tonight, it didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but it was still a bitch. He started strangling the life out of me, big ox that he was, and as the world started to get blurry, I saw Matilda, from the corner of my eye, standing there, watching, bitch was going to let this Irish fuck end me, that wasn’t the deal. I gasped for air, tried to say her name, but his grip just fucking tightened, then I felt it, the warmth of it splash across my face, it was thick, and his grip released as he landed on top of me, I sucked in the sweet, sweet air, and forced him off me.

Once I got to my feet, I told her what I thought, she said shit, acted all fucking high and mighty, but assured me, our deal was set in stone, and Flannigan’s blood was the binding of it all. Fucking bitch couldn’t be trusted, but, she had me stuck in a tight place, so I had little room to move, she never saw it coming, her goodnight kiss, she could’ve been the one, but shit, she’s not the first could’ve been I’ve met in this lifetime, won’t be the last, it’s just the end of another bad day.

52 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 3 – Short Story

Three teeth dislodged with the impact of her kick, and my nose gushed with a shit load of blood, I clenched my hands into fists and forced myself up from the ground. She started jerking off in front of me, going on about how she was going to beat the living shit out of me, and once she’d done that, she was going to beat me some more, I actually believed every word she said, but, she’d hit me pretty hard, so, I’d have believed a lot of things at that stage.

As the room stopped spinning she stopped spewing her shit and came at me again, throwing punches and kicks, lefts and rights, I blocked, ducked, weaved, spun, threw a few of my own and hit the ground again, she was good, but I was better, well, I hoped I was.

She slowed the pace again, to continue her emotional rant about how much blood was on my hands, how not only would I pay, but she’d bring down Killdone’s whole operation, become the next big kingpin of the burbs, and keep me locked in some small room, where I’d know nothing but pain until the day I would finally be allowed to die. I laughed, I honestly tried not to, really I did, that’s when she finally filled in the missing puzzle piece that had me all outta sorts the whole night. She called me a svin’ya sobaka, yeah I know, don’t mean much does it? Not if you don’t sleek the language that is, strangely enough for me though, three months ago, I took a little trip, had a bit of payback to deal out to some wayward kin of a maggot who tried moving in on Killdone’s turf, she was speaking Russian, called me a pig dog, and it all clicked like a motherfucking light bulb.

I think as the words came out of her mouth she realised it too, cause she got that puppy dog look on her face, you know, head to the side, confused fucking eyes. I fell on my arse and lit a cigarette, she threw herself beside me, grabbing the smoke from my mouth, took a drag, and stuffed it back in. 

Talk about fucked up, things just got complicated, you know, bedroom gymnastics complicated, we had a small fling, felt like something more, but, wrong time, wrong place, not that now seemed right either, considering I just killed her whole family…

53 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 2 – Short Story

Big Luis drove another mean, hard fucking arsed right hook into the side of my head as he ripped me from the ground, everything went from technicolor, to old school black and white, you know, like the days before sound, before Al Jolson danced his merry fucking dance to a tune, although my silent film did have a kick arse soundtrack, compromised mainly of a really fucking annoying ringing that didn’t have such a great beat. I’d heard it many times before, and knew, if I didn’t do something sooner rather than later, the ringing would be stopping permanently, and there’d be no later.

He pulled me away, as the human bicep lined up another of his custom haymakers, I blew the fucking muscle head a kiss, he stood there, in some other world, and I pulled my spastic arm up, free of the ropes, and his glock in hand. The first bullet whizzed past his cheek, tearing a new opening for his tongue to hang out of, and from there, it found its true target, old man Galdino. The old fuck didn’t even have time to suck in another desperate mouthful of air as his head exploded, I sent the next one into Luis, and then fanned out, through the crowd, each shot hit it’s intended target, unfortunately the clip emptied earlier than I’d hoped, I knew Luis wasn’t smart enough to keep his piece fully loaded, improvisation number twenty-seven was about to be called on.

I charged forward, using Luis as cover, he took a lot of the fire power that was intended for me, I took some myself, but not enough to stop me, I got my hands on more weapons, and the fight started to go my way, that’s when Matilda decided she wanted in on the action, bitch was quick, obviously she’d spent most of her nights on her stomach watching Bruce Lee movies while her brothers took it in turn to pump their watered down seed in her shit hole.

She connected with a couple of really good kicks, dazzled the fuck out of me, I almost wanted to sit down and watch her in action, but, that wasn’t going to happen so I need to take charge, and NOW! I hit the ground, she leap into the air, coming down with a spectacular diving knee towards my face, it was awesome, I moved, swiveled, and ended up with my fist stuck halfway up her musky love tunnel. She fell over sideways, it must’ve hurt, fuck, I winched in pain at the thought of it, but I knew this wasn’t the time to get emotional. Her younger brother Sly and his gangbang partner Arn made their move, finally, guess they saw their sister down and in need of some family loving, I grabbed Sly by the head and bit deep into his throat, the kid screamed as I ripped a chunk from him. Arn caught the initial spurt of blood in his face, he stood there, in shock, so I grabbed him by the balls, ripped them down and drove myself up, shattering his jaw with the crown of my skull, he hit the floor, shaking like a spastic, and then, it was me and cunt flaps again.

54 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 1 – Short Story

They said it didn’t matter what I did, who I killed, where I ran to, my time was done, so, their stupid fucking jaws dropped when I said do it then, kill me right here and now. The silence that followed was eerily poetic really, I mean, if you could’ve heard her speech you would feel a hot flush or two, maybe well up a little, but, I didn’t pay as much attention as she wanted me to, so, I don’t remember enough to recite it word for word, all you need to know was, that it moved a few of the sorry fuckers in the room.

She turned to the big guy, who gasped for air, sucking it through the ventilator, then muttered something about how proud he was of her, how’d she grown, his little flower.

I’d read the room all the while, as she made her speech, made notes of who I needed to remove first, I wanted to save the old guy for last, but her speech moved me enough to shift her into priority mode, so, the old guy had to be first, I wanted to hurt the bitch, then take out the rest of the family, then wax some poetic shit of my own before I gave her a goodnight kiss.

I know, I’m hog-tied, weaponless, and surrounded by the Galdino family in all their glory, of course, minus Little Guido and Sabino, they both checked out earlier in the night, with one way tickets to the big east, guess that’s what got me here in the first place.

Killdone had a meet and greet that he had to pull out of at the last-minute, Little Guido took his absence a bit personally and started chew up the scenery, so, I stepped in and stood up for the boss, Sabino, the big lug, took a cheep shot at me, but, I saw it coming and drove a twelve-inch blade through his forehead, the empties a few rounds into small fries dome.

When I contacted Killdone he flew the coupe, told me to clean my mess up, and if I couldn’t, not to come back as he didn’t want the heat, so, I laid the blame on the Bestwick Boys, pushed them enough, and they played right into my trap, a few bullets later and I had the perfect crime scene, unfortunately I didn’t count on Matilda to be bagging Flannigan Bestwick a few hours earlier.

My intel was old, seems the Bestwick’s were in bed with the Galdino’s, and I’m not talking about Flannigan just dipping his wick, seems the meet was a set up, they wanted Killdone’s turf and planned on sending the boss a message at the meet, one that had a defining ending. Killdone ordered a move, he wanted them to pay for their attempted double-cross, but, as it turned out, it was another layer, he sent me in the den as retribution, the family wanted payback, Killdone wanted to keep his power, so, they agreed on a solid trade, me, for him.

I should’ve know it was coming, fuck, the prick told me more than once how it was going to play out, but it didn’t sink in quite as well as he hoped.

Big Luis stepped forward and clenched his fists, he got the nod from Matilda and cracked me across the face, I hit the ground like a fucking brick, popped my shoulder in the process, first god damn good thing that’s happened all night.

Bad Day – The Russian – Complete Short Story

It started with blood, like it always does, normally though, it’s not mine, I tasted it in my mouth, and spat a wad of it to the ground, then forced myself to my feet. The room spun like some fucked up merry-go-round, and he laughed, fucking piece of shit, if he didn’t crack me in the back of the head like a coward, this would be a fair fucking fight, shit, anything right now would be fair, but, when you can’t make heads or tails of the scenery, you either cop-out, and join all those pieces of shit that have gone before, or you find that inner harmony, that sonar, and use it.

Sadly, for this Russian piece of trash, my inner self and I had spent way too many moments like this together, so, I just close my eyes, clench my hands into fists, and let everything else do the talking.

I felt his fist connect with my stomach a few moments later, and the wind got sucked out of me. Okay, sure, I’m rusty, but give me a fucking break, it’s not exactly simple, fuck, even a bat or two hit something from time to time.

He swings another one, I was ready this time and ducked, swiveled, twisted, turned, then swung one of my own haymakers back, it connected. Unfortunately with a fucking brick wall, and he was on my back, driving several solid punches into my kidneys, piece of shit.

He gripped my hair and slammed me into the wall face first, I felt my nose burst over my face, and then, everything shuddered to a stop, I felt weightless, as the ground came up and hit me as well, then the shit drove a kick into my stomach, then another.

And then, for no apparent reason, he stopped, fucker was going to gloat, I could feel it coming.

When he started talking I had to force myself to listen as his accent was pretty strong, I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying, but the jist I got from the shit I could understand was apparently my employer Mister Killdone had screwed his boss out of a pretty big deal, and he wanted that fat fuck dead and buried, but first he wanted his operation hurt, seems they decided I was a good place to start, I grit my teeth together and wonder why they didn’t go after his slut of a daughter, or his shitty other kids.

That’s when I started to laugh, so the big fucker pulled me up by my head and wrapped one of his big meaty fucking hands around my throat like it’s a sausage fest and I’m knee-deep in German bratwurst. I think he asked me what was so funny, but I can’t be sure, like I said, his accent was thick, and that’s when he started choking on his own blood, courtesy of a six-inch blade I’d stuck there.

I crashes into the ground followed seconds later by the big Russian son-of-a-bitch, he was on his knees next to me, coughing and spluttering, then, nothing as he hit the ground face first. I felt the warmth of his blood pool underneath me, and hoped he didn’t have anything I could catch, because I wasn’t moving for a while, not that I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t.

One hundred and seventy-two staples, three teeth, a small amount of blood in my urine, my left finger, three boxes of pain killers, three balls of coke, a copy of playboy playmate of the year, nineteen eighty-two edition, half a box of tissues, and seven Russian gangsters, all in all, a very action packed thirteen hours, although, I left out the rash running down my right leg, it could’ve been there before all this started.

The guy who was slowly choking underneath the bar of my seat was known around the area as The Bear, mainly because he’s big, hairy, and likes girls with little hands to hold his tiny cock, because he can make-believe it’s a torpedo, and not a B-B-Gun pellet, sick fuck had albums of photos, some of the girls in them look underage, others, just look disgusted, but, obviously they needed something, and, he needed something in return, I pushed down on the chair the more I thought of the look on the girls faces.

I gave the slimy fucker a smile as I downed a glass of seven hundred-dollar scotch and let it burn the back of my throat, that’s around the time I heard them coming, charging towards the back area, his face was pale, his eyes bulging from his head, fat fucker left before the fun began.

The door crashed open and they came charging at me, the first collected friendly fire in the back of the head as one of the guys at the back got excited and his gun went off before we started, what I expected from inexperienced kids, I drove the palm of my hand up into the face of the next guy, the cartridge from his nose acted like a spear, and shot up into his brain, he was dead almost instantly, I used him as a shield, spinning around and firing six shots into the heads of the next two, leaving me and the early starter as the only two standing, he was wiping bits and pieces of everyone else off him by the time I was up in his face and pinned him to the wall.

He screamed, petrified, begging for me to let him live, said he was only doing this because the big moose has his family, he swore this was the first time he’d done something like thing, kept saying he was a good kid, he gave me great reasons.

So, I asked him the one question I ask everyone who begs for me to spare them.

“Do you personally know Shannon Tweed, and can you get me her autograph?”

Kid looked at me like he’d just been given the best blow job in his life and he’d blown his brain out the eye of his cock, he didn’t have time to prepare himself, which was probably better for him, the knife was in and out, and he was lying in a pool of his own blood.

It was a bust, The Bear knew shit, and I needed a new plan, maybe something with bigger explosions, you know, get all the rats to come running to me, instead of the other way around, I looked down at the big dumb fuck, and smiled to myself as an idea hit me.

It was one very dull butter knife later that my plan finally started to pay off, the room was dead quiet, I mean, fuck, you’d hear a mouse fart and swear it was six feet tall, that’s how quite it was. All eyes stared at his, void of life, while his mouth hanged open, with his tongue dangling from it. I don’t know how long it kept the room silent, a few second maybe, but, it felt longer. They just stared at The Bears’ severed head like it was the only thing in the room, and I was nothing, just a meaningless thing, that they would address at a later date.

That later date wasn’t going to come for most of them, as the empty shells hit the polished concrete, by the way, who the fuck polishes concrete anyway?

The first four boys at the table fell to the side, holes the size of breast implants gone wrong in their chests, Pam Anderson would’ve had flash backs, shit, remember when she was all perk and pretty, with her itty bittys? God, my motor turned back then.

One of them made a run at me, everything played out quicker than I gave it credit for, normally some son of a bitch will be telling you how everything slows the fuck down, and it’s like some fragmented movie reel playing in front of you? When really, you haven’t got time to even shake the snake, you just have to react. I grab him by the throat and drove a blade into his skull, he went soft and limp like Johnny Holmes emptying his load over a young and frightened Linda Lovelace. The next guy connected with a haymaker, I felt my eye socket cave in, and everything went blurry, he threw another and I moved, sending one of my own up into his throat, he stumbled backwards and I sent another into his balls. I know, who uses low blows? Hello fuckers, obviously I do, and it fucked him up. I know what you’re thinking, I probably crushed his windpipe with the first shot, so why the low blow? Well, it was kinda my way of say, hey, here’s something else to worry about than trying to breathe.

Two more came at me with lefts and rights, I blocked a couple with my skull, the rest with a few moves even Bruce would stand up and clap for, the room shat itself right there and then, or at least one of the Russian thugs did, because my nose started to sting, as the grotesque smell ripped up through my nostrils and down my throat. It spurred me on, and I found something in reserve, planted a nice solid right into shit head number one, and swung a mean left into shit head number two’s face, teeth, blood and cartridge ripped through his skin, he tried to scream but I planted another, and sent him to the ground, just in time to block, pivot and kick shit head number one to the ground. I did this fancy move, twisted my hips while I had my legs wrapped around his neck like some crazy gymnastic nymphomaniac, and the sound his spine made as I snapped it in half was almost a turn on, if shit like that did it for me.

Then, once again the room was silent, except for Old Man Galboldi, he was crouched down behind his chair, in a puddle of his own urine, crying.

The next few minutes played out like a porno, you know, the ones we wanna see, but sometimes, just for shits and giggles, they give us a story, to flesh out the dull moments, when all we really want, is for them to fuck. Well, Galboldi went straight to the fucking, I called Killdone afterwards, and the fat fuck made a big deal out of the mess I’d apparently made of Old Man Galboldi, fuck, it’s not like I killed the old fucker, in fact, Killdone’s business should only get stronger because of what I did. But hey, that’s what I get for taking it upon myself to straighten out his fuck ups, and, get back at the fuckers who thought they could come here, to my own turf, and put me in the ground, stupid fucks.

It’s water under the bridge anyway, well, almost, Galboldi gave me the name of the shit bag that put my name on the hit list before Killdone, and for the next three hours I sat in a rat infested shit heap waiting for him to hook up with one of his small time smugglers, unfortunately for him, his boys were all taking a permanent nap off the coast, well, that’s where they should’ve been by that time.

Just as I’m beginning to think it was a waste of my time the rat and his small time crew show to pick up their shipment.

I hate to admit this, only  because I don’t want to sound like I get my kicks from all this shit, but, this is one of my favorite parts of the chase, when you’re ready, the trap is set, and your prey has no fucking clue whats about to happen. I fired six shots off in under four seconds removing all his boys, and he just stood there, frozen, petrified, fuck, I could see a puddle forming at his feet.

Then I got that feeling, you know, the one where you start thinking this is way too easy. That’s when it hit me, a weasel like this would never have the balls to come after me, let alone be in Killdone’s league. I can sense from your hesitation in reading this that you got it too. Anyway, my sixth sense began working over time, and I moved out-of-the-way just in time, as the eight inch blade misses doing any permanent damage, not saying he didn’t stick me with it, just saying if I was a chick, I wouldn’t be getting pregnant.

That rat Galboldi had fucked me, but, that’s okay, I’m a solid performer, like Huston at the 500, I’ll take all the blows in every hole, and I’ll still smile, because I know I’ll stand at the end of all this, sure, I’ll be totally fucked, but I’d handled bigger dicks than this and walked away.

A right smashed into my face, then a left, this guy was quick, but he wasn’t Chuck Norris quick, well, Chuck in his prime quick anyway, not that I’m bagging out Chuck, no ones that stupid. His punches were soft, he’d done a lot of gym work, but he’d never really hit someone to break bones. I drove a kick into his knee, it snapped and he screams, you see, the angle is everything, and I knew exactly where to hit. I threw a knee into his jaw as he was coming down, shattering it. He was out, that’s when bullets wiz past, all his boys are jocks, talk the talk, but shit themselves when the walk gets complicated, I fired three shots, perfectly centered, each hitting where I wanted them to go.

For a few moments, it looked like tonight was going to be a lot more fun than I though it was going to be, that’s when I slip off, into the water, I could hear them all chatting away, moving in on my location, fuckers are just that stupid, I got some distance then worked my way back, I could hear them yell he’s not here, he’s not.. Then the explosion ripped through the dock like a war head, everything for a bit over a thousand square meters had been rigged up with something I like to call the Ron, because when it blows, it blows, hard and long.

Galboldi had put himself back on the list, I knew Killdone won’t like it, but you know what?

Fuck that fat fuck Killdone, that’s what, I’d come to the end of my rope and was sick and tired of all this shit, it was time to start removing pieces of this fucking puzzle, permanently, starting with Galboldi.

So four hours later, I had Galboldi sitting in a chair, stinking of piss and shit, his hands were both a mess of bones, flesh and blood, and his fingers, well six were wedged up his nostrils and the other two were sticking out of each ear, I won’t mention where his thumbs ended up, but they made sitting uncomfortable, although, I’d guess two thumbs shoved up his arsehole wouldn’t’ve been at the top of his shit list right then and there anyway.

He gave up the upstart early on in the piece, but I was having so much fun I just kept on hammering the old fucker.

Punk kid by the name of Tommy West had moved in and wanted Killdone’s turf, but he went about it the wrong way, and Killdone sent some of his low par boys over to shake up his operation, they messed him up, but, let him live, a mistake I’d never make.The kid turned out to be the grandson of some Russian thug called Salvador The Cunt, cute name, it’s not exactly the correct translation, but it’s my interpretation of it. Regardless of what it’s supposed to say, Salvador earned his name on the bastard hills of his home land, slaughtering the peasants, and other such awesome shit I don’t want to mention here. Anyway, after the beat down Tommy contact his grandfather, and he sent over his prized pupil, the fucker who gave me the staples and the whistle while I say my s’s.

I passed on this info to Killdone and he shat bricks, he told me to clean the shit up, whatever the cost, including his low flyers.

I started there, sent them all to the bottom of Shallow Creek Bay, sorta like Dawson’s Creek, but without big head Dawson and Pacy trying to get Joey into a three-way cum bath.

Tommy was a simple task, he was so full of himself, he never though anyone would try to touch him after his grandfather sent The Russian, the blood drained out of his face when he came home and saw my fucked up face sitting at his kitchen table, surrounded by the bodies of his boys, and Old Man Galboldi’s finger licking head waiting for him.

I didn’t waste too much time on the kid, I’d already wasted more time on this than I wanted, but sometimes, when you want to really screw the pooch, you’ve got to commit and follow thru with all the hard thrusts.

So, that’s pretty much how it ended, well, that part of my day, now I get to have some rest, the flight’s going to take a few hours, and I know by the time I get there, they’ll be waiting. But hey, like I said, when you commit, you really gotta commit, no condom, full bareback, balls deep, and not a fucking care in the world.

Russia, here I come.

 

To Be Continued Soon In – Bad Day – From Russian, With No Fucks

Day 291 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part Five – Short Story

I guess the end of all this shit started with Galboldi sitting in a chair, stinking of piss and shit, his hands were both a mess of bones, flesh and blood, and his fingers, well six were wedged up his nostrils and the other two were sticking out of each ear, I won’t mention where his thumbs ended up, but they made sitting uncomfortable, although, I’d guess two thumbs shoved up his arsehole wouldn’t’ve been at the top of his shit list right then and there.

He gave up the upstart early on in the piece, but I was having so much fun I just kept on hammering the old fucker.

Punk kid by the name of Tommy West had moved in and wanted Killdone’s turf, but he went about it the wrong way, and Killdone sent some of his low par boys over to shake up his operation, they messed him up, but, let him live, a mistake I’d never make. The kid turned out to be the grandson of some Russian thug called Salvador The Cunt, cute name, it’s not exactly the correct translation, but it’s my interpretation of it. Regardless of what it’s supposed to say, Salvador earned his name on the bastard hills of his home land, slaughtering the peasants, and other such awesome shit I don’t want to mention here. Anyway, after the beat down Tommy contact his grandfather, and he sent over his prized pupil, the fucker who gave me the staples and the whistle while I say my s’s.

I passed on this info to Killdone and he shat bricks, he told me to clean the shit up, whatever the cost, including his low flyers.

I started there, sent them all to the bottom of Shallow Creek Bay, sorta like Dawson’s Creek, but without big head Dawson and Pacy trying to get Joey into a three way cum bath.

Tommy was a simple task, he was so full of himself, he never though anyone would try and touch him after his grandfather sent The Russian, the blood drained out of his face when he came home and saw my fucked up face sitting at his kitchen table, surrounded by the bodies of his boys, and Old Man Galboldi’s finger licking head waiting for him.

I didn’t waste too much time on the kid, I’d already wasted more time on this than I wanted, but sometimes, when you want to really screw the pooch, you’ve got to commit and follow thru with all the hard thrusts.

So, that’s pretty much how it ended, well, that part of my day, now I get to have some rest, the flight’s going to take a few hours, and I know by the time I get there, they’ll be waiting. But hey, like I said, when you commit, you really gotta commit, no condom, full bareback, balls deep, and not a fucking care in the world.

Russia, here I come.