"M-m-mister Hawke, I am sorry. I don't know what went wrong," Jimmy was
hanging from the archway in Al Hawke's office. His hands were handcuffed
and attached to the ceiling, his feet dangling off the floor. He had cuts
on his face, and was having trouble breathing from the beatings.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. You just don't understand do you?" Hawke shook his head and walked back and forth in front of the man. Jimmy's captor counted his pay and quickly left.
"Mister Hawke, please. Let me make up for it," Jimmy fought for his life.
"I am sorry, Jimmy. You can't. You had your chance, and now it is time for you to pay."
Al snapped his fingers and the front door opened. In walked two of Al's muscular henchmen. They raised their fists and beat his chest, stomach, and anything else they could hit. Al walked to the mantle and pulled out a large knife. On the handle was engraved the crest of the Hawke mob.
"And incase your were wondering, Jimmy, I will make sure you son grows up right," Hawke jammed the knife through Jimmy's ribs, lungs, and into his heart. Jimmy stopped moving and his head slumped downward.
Hawke pulled the knife out; after all it was his favorite, "Get him out of here, and bring me his son," A henchman released Jimmy from his handcuffs and dragged him from the room, careful not to get blood on the carpet.
Jesse knocked on his father's back door, "Dad, can I come in?"
Hawke pulled the front door shut and removed the handcuffs, "Sure son, come in."
Jesse walked in to find his father wiping a knife clean. Al placed it back in its case and placed it back on the mantle, "What's up, son?"
Jesse shook his head, "There is a free showing of the new James Bond movie tonight. Will you take me?"
"Isn't that a cop show?"
"Well, ya, but he uses all these cool gadgets, and kills people and stuff," Jesse tried to come up with a way to get his father interested.
Al hated the idea of his son watching a cop show, but Bond films usually had a large amount of killing involved. It would be good of Jesse to start getting use to the idea of killing people. "All right, Jesse, I will take you."
He smiled and gave his dad a hug. "Thanks, dad. It starts at 7:30. I will tell mom."
Jesse ran of to find his mother. Al smiled at his son's enthusiasm. He could make a very good killer some day.
*********** "Wasn't that a good movie, dad. I loved the way James hunted down that bad guy and gunned him down. That was a cool gun scene," Jesse loved the movie, and was trying to point out the bad, non-cop stuff.
"Yes, that was a good gun scene. But you do know that's not how it is really done. There are usually many more guns, and lots more blood. Blood is good." Al had thought the movie was rather dull, and the fight scenes were so fake he could have laughed.
"Yes, sir. I know. Thank you for taking me."
"Of, course. Anything for my boy." As Hawke drove up the driveway, he noticed his men leading Jimmy's son into the front, "Jesse, go and help you mom with something. I have some business to take care of."
Jesse nodded and headed around the back towards the main part of the house. It always confused Jesse why the main part of the house was in the back and his father's business was in the front. But oh well, he wouldn't argue with his father.
********** Al Hawke sat in his large chair behind his desk with Jimmy's thirteen-year- old son sitting on the other side, "Frankie, I want you to know how sorry I was to hear about your father's death. I have already taken care of the man who killed him and now I want to take care of you."
"Why, thank you Mr. Hawke. I really miss my father." Frankie had always wanted to grow up to be just like his father.
"Boy, I want you to live here with me. You can work in my organization like your father, and work your way up the chain with my boy, Jesse."
"Thank you for the opportunity. I will do anything."
"First you must finish your schooling. My wife home schools our son, and you may join in his lessons. You will start in the morning. Now, come with me and I will introduce you to the family," Al stood up and led the way to the back.
Jesse and his mother were watching Jeopardy. She was using it to check Jesse on his historical facts. When Al and the young boy walked in, she flipped the TV off.
"This is Frankie. He is the son of an associate, who was murdered a few nights ago. He will be staying with us. Frankie this is my wife and my son, Jesse," Al introduced everyone.
"Thank you for letting me stay."
Mrs. Hawke nodded. I wish he knew the truth on how his father died. He is very polite for a gangbanger's son. "Welcome to your house. If you need anything let me know. But for right now, you two need to get to bed. You have school in the morning. Jesse show him to the guest room."
Jesse gave his mother a hug and nodded to Frankie. "Come on." He showed Frankie the bedroom and then headed towards his.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. You just don't understand do you?" Hawke shook his head and walked back and forth in front of the man. Jimmy's captor counted his pay and quickly left.
"Mister Hawke, please. Let me make up for it," Jimmy fought for his life.
"I am sorry, Jimmy. You can't. You had your chance, and now it is time for you to pay."
Al snapped his fingers and the front door opened. In walked two of Al's muscular henchmen. They raised their fists and beat his chest, stomach, and anything else they could hit. Al walked to the mantle and pulled out a large knife. On the handle was engraved the crest of the Hawke mob.
"And incase your were wondering, Jimmy, I will make sure you son grows up right," Hawke jammed the knife through Jimmy's ribs, lungs, and into his heart. Jimmy stopped moving and his head slumped downward.
Hawke pulled the knife out; after all it was his favorite, "Get him out of here, and bring me his son," A henchman released Jimmy from his handcuffs and dragged him from the room, careful not to get blood on the carpet.
Jesse knocked on his father's back door, "Dad, can I come in?"
Hawke pulled the front door shut and removed the handcuffs, "Sure son, come in."
Jesse walked in to find his father wiping a knife clean. Al placed it back in its case and placed it back on the mantle, "What's up, son?"
Jesse shook his head, "There is a free showing of the new James Bond movie tonight. Will you take me?"
"Isn't that a cop show?"
"Well, ya, but he uses all these cool gadgets, and kills people and stuff," Jesse tried to come up with a way to get his father interested.
Al hated the idea of his son watching a cop show, but Bond films usually had a large amount of killing involved. It would be good of Jesse to start getting use to the idea of killing people. "All right, Jesse, I will take you."
He smiled and gave his dad a hug. "Thanks, dad. It starts at 7:30. I will tell mom."
Jesse ran of to find his mother. Al smiled at his son's enthusiasm. He could make a very good killer some day.
*********** "Wasn't that a good movie, dad. I loved the way James hunted down that bad guy and gunned him down. That was a cool gun scene," Jesse loved the movie, and was trying to point out the bad, non-cop stuff.
"Yes, that was a good gun scene. But you do know that's not how it is really done. There are usually many more guns, and lots more blood. Blood is good." Al had thought the movie was rather dull, and the fight scenes were so fake he could have laughed.
"Yes, sir. I know. Thank you for taking me."
"Of, course. Anything for my boy." As Hawke drove up the driveway, he noticed his men leading Jimmy's son into the front, "Jesse, go and help you mom with something. I have some business to take care of."
Jesse nodded and headed around the back towards the main part of the house. It always confused Jesse why the main part of the house was in the back and his father's business was in the front. But oh well, he wouldn't argue with his father.
********** Al Hawke sat in his large chair behind his desk with Jimmy's thirteen-year- old son sitting on the other side, "Frankie, I want you to know how sorry I was to hear about your father's death. I have already taken care of the man who killed him and now I want to take care of you."
"Why, thank you Mr. Hawke. I really miss my father." Frankie had always wanted to grow up to be just like his father.
"Boy, I want you to live here with me. You can work in my organization like your father, and work your way up the chain with my boy, Jesse."
"Thank you for the opportunity. I will do anything."
"First you must finish your schooling. My wife home schools our son, and you may join in his lessons. You will start in the morning. Now, come with me and I will introduce you to the family," Al stood up and led the way to the back.
Jesse and his mother were watching Jeopardy. She was using it to check Jesse on his historical facts. When Al and the young boy walked in, she flipped the TV off.
"This is Frankie. He is the son of an associate, who was murdered a few nights ago. He will be staying with us. Frankie this is my wife and my son, Jesse," Al introduced everyone.
"Thank you for letting me stay."
Mrs. Hawke nodded. I wish he knew the truth on how his father died. He is very polite for a gangbanger's son. "Welcome to your house. If you need anything let me know. But for right now, you two need to get to bed. You have school in the morning. Jesse show him to the guest room."
Jesse gave his mother a hug and nodded to Frankie. "Come on." He showed Frankie the bedroom and then headed towards his.