The very dark man led me outside into the coldness of the night. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but I was ready to listen. I looked into his eyes, anger burning in my heart, but also impatience, as I wanted to hear what he had to say urgently.
"Like I said, I've been watching you," the mysterious man spoke. He took out a cigarette, lighting it, as he puffed away, the grayness of the smoke stood out in the black night. He just puffed his cancer stick coolly, with no rush in getting to what he had to say.
"I know that you're not a happy man Johnny," he started to talk, looking directly into my eyes coldly. Was he right? I didn't want him to be, and I tried denying it in my heart, but I knew it was true. Alice and I were no more, I didn't make that much money, I was only a low henchman, trapped in a world of deceit and hate. Was he a cop? I doubt it; cops knew that they couldn't do anything to take down the crime lords. They were pathetic in this day of age.
"Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day," I angrily replied. His calm nature and stature were pissing me the fuck off. I just wanted to hear what he had to offer. If his proposition intrigued me, I would accept without a doubt, my loyalty was with no one. I looked into his eyes, my windows of vision piercing into his. He continued calmly smoking; it looked like nothing could rattle this man, nothing at all.
"Follow me," the man replied without a hint of emotion in his voice. He led me towards a navy blue Grangler. These cars were top of the line, created by Lewis A. Grangler. A new breed of car with every feature a mobster could dream of. Bulletproof windows, powerful boosters, and automatic guns, which were set off when the alarm was triggered. A thief would end up a bloody mess if he attempted robbing one of these babies. They were illegal, but the cops didn't even try to apprehend those with them, as only big players of the city owned them, and their forces were more powerful than those of the police. I knew this guy was no average Joe now.
The car's alarm wouldn't go off when the owner was near. You see, the owners usually had chips planted into their bodies, which would be detected by the car, informing it that the owner was near, not an intruder, therefore disabling the alarm. The chips were practically impossible to duplicate, and their creator had suspiciously disappeared. Well anyways, he opened the trunk of his car and said... |