When I get in
By Mat Growcott
"Sunny Forrelli, he don't like creeps like you takin his money you here me?" The thug said angrily, punching Liam squarely in the chest. "You ever, and I mean EVER show up at one of the casinos again and I'll personally make sure you'll never walk again, you hear me?" Liam smiled weakly and nodded. It wasn't that he didn't want to argue, it was more the fact that this guy had a gun in his hand, and it wasn't a good idea to do anything about it. It wasn't that Liam was weak, on the contrary, he used to be one of the most feared people in Liberty, but he'd been shot in the leg and he'd done time, he couldn't go faster then a limp and he hadn't shot a gun in years. He planned to pull off one big job before he died. Something to be remembered for. He wanted to move back to the old country, he wanted to go to Italy. He had no money, a gun, a car and now a bad chest. He sighed and stood up, he'd been in the gutter to long, he needed to get out, he wanted to be free again. He laughed, for the first time in 8 years he was happy, and he didn't know why.
Liam sat in his old car, it had been fast once, but after years of neglect it was dirty; rust had gathered in several places and a couple of wheels were missing. He picked up a sponge out of the bucket he'd carried with him and started to scrub, knocking off bits of rust as he did. He carefully, slowly polished the licence plates and sat up smiling, he was two wheels away from owning the best car in the city. He stood up and started to walk towards the old garage.
A large black man was standing polishing one of the wheel trims
"Hey liam, I havn't see you in years, man!"
"Yeah, I know Z, I need some wheels"
"Wheels? Well you come to the right place. You fixin up the stinger?"
"Yeah, I gotta go out of town for a few days" Liam said slyly, he had an alibi already.
"Cool, ok here you are, your regulars, nice to see you again Li. These are on the house. Bye"
Liam Smiled, he had an alibi AND free wheels.
The light bounced of the windscreen. Granted he could only limp along, but he could drive, he could drive well. He slid around a corner knocking over a graffiti infested sign. He sped up…100…120…another corner, he was going well now. He could see Sunny Forrelli's house…140…150…He hand braked into the drive way and sped around the road right up to the house and then he stopped dropping 160 mph in about 5 seconds. He flew over the top of the windscreen and hit the ground. He needed to get his style back, that was for sure. He loaded his gun and placed it in his coat out of site. Walking up to the house he noticed there were armed guards on both sides of the path. He hid around the side of the house and took out a suppressor, which he attached to his gun. He coughed and walked into the house. Sunny looked at him and stood as if frozen.
"you know there's guards outside don't ya?"
"Yeah, cause I do, I ain't here to kill you, if I was I'd have done it 5 minutes ago, I want a job, I can't walk fast but I can drive, everyone knows that"
"I need a driver on park street this afternoon. I got a bunch of boys who've been stealing money off of me, I want them dead. You understand?"
Liam laughed.
"Got ya" he said laughing, he took out his gun and shot sunny straight through the head. Forrelli's smile never went off his face, even when he fell over and died, nor when Liam limped over to the vase and took out the nicest red rose he could find and dropped it onto Sunny.