PROLOGUE
New York City. One of the most charming, awesome, scary, and deadliest cities in the world. They said if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. That's a fucking lie. I came here expecting to be rolling in riches with my new job as a lawyer, but that went up in smoke when the lawfirm went bankrupt. I was left out on the streets to rot and die, while the lawyers slept easy in their fucking penthouse apartments. But little did I know, they were the one's responsible for running the lawfirm into the ground.
I was out in Greenwich Village, washing windows of cars that rolled up to the intersection of 8th Ave and 14th Street, when one of the former lawyers rolled up in his Rolls Royce. The man's name was Roderich Edelstein, the Austrian man that was one of the head lawyers of the firm. He was 3rd in command in the firm. He rolled down his window and told me to wash his windows and wheels. He pulled into a nearby parking lot and I got to work. He was on his phone while I was washing his windshield. He kept talking to this girl from Hungary about he single handedly took down the law firm. I felt my anger begin to rise as he named off the employee's who got off with nothing. When he got to my name, I snapped. I jumped him and started pounding his face into the pavement. He screamed for help, but the people on the streets turned a deaf ear to the noise. I had his legs in a position to break them, when I grilled him about the collapse of the firm.
"WHO WERE RESPONSIBLE?" I shouted in his ear.
"I dunno," he whined as I applied more pressure on his legs.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I said.
"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" he shouted at me.
That was a big mistake on his part. I applied more pressure, breaking his legs. He screamed out in pain and told me he would talk.
"Who were they?" I asked in a deadly whisper.
"Me, Ivan Braginski, and Alfred F. Jones," he whimpered.
I thanked him and stole his wallet and keys. I started the car and placed his head against the driver's side tire and told him, "I'll see you in hell". I tromped on the gas and ran over his head. I peeled out of the parking lot and flew down to my rundown apartment in Harlem. I took the car to the pawn shop and received $65,000 dollars in cash and an ax I've had my eye on for a while. I headed up into my apartment and headed to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and smashed it into a million pieces. That was the day I vowed revenge on the lawyers who destroyed my life. They will regret the day, they fucked with Lars Axelsen.