“Mr. Smith, you can’t really be serious. I have a family! You have met my wife and son, please don’t do this. I swear, I’ll get you the money, please. Just, have mercy!!”
Anthony shook his head as the man at the other end of his pistol knelt down in front of him with his hands clasped together, raised high in submission. Baring his teeth in a disgusted snarl as the man dropped his hands and clasped at his black slacks, Anthony brought the pistol up and down quickly, cracking it on the side of the man’s head so that he fell to the side, grasping at the gashed wound.
Kneeling down and putting his left hand on the man’s throat, Anthony pushed him backwards in order to force the man to look up at him. To his rear stood three other members of his mafia, clothed in full suits with shotguns pointed at the heads of the man’s wife and son. Shifting forward to be crouching over the now cowering man, Anthony pressed the barrel of his pistol into the man’s lips, splitting the flesh open as his blood seeped into his mouth. “Open up you fat fuck, open your fucking mouth.”
As the man whimpered and obeyed, Anthony shoved his pistol into the man’s mouth and growled out, “Three months behind Jim, how the fuck am I supposed to believe you’ll make four months’ worth of income in the next week? I can’t. Simple as that.”
Shaking his head and shrugging, Anthony squeezed the trigger and watched with a smirk as the top of the man’s head burst open and sprayed its contents on the floor. Pulling his pistol from the corpse’s mouth, Anthony stood and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe the saliva and blood from the slide. Looking the pistol over, he dropped the handkerchief before slipping the firearm into his shoulder holster under his jacket.
Turning and looking at the wife and son, Anthony pointed at the woman before speaking, “Your business is ours; all profits will be ours. In fact, we’ll be staffing it.” Looking up at the men standing, he nodded towards the one standing behind t
