11 Years: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Day to Remember


Louis Machiatta had been an errand boy for his father. Nothing but an errand boy. He received no special treatment from the man whose loins he'd come from. But at the same time, there was no one that the man loved more than Louis. This was well known by that detective that was snooping around. What was his name? Detective Reinhold or Reynolds or something. If it wasn't for that stupid detective the man wouldn't have had to order a hit on his son. If it wasn't for the detective, maybe Louis could have taken over the family business. The man felt pain in his heart like never before. But, he couldn't afford for anyone to know his name. And the only person who knew it was Louis. Everyone else simply referred to him as "The Man." He was the one that politicians went to when they needed something done. He was the one that people went to when they needed vengeance. He was in all respects, the man. And his identity was a secret. His dealings were from the shadows and his death would come with the light. He could never afford to see that light.
He called his left hand man, a man by the name of Joey Finger, to take his son out. Joey Finger had a close relationship with Louis from the beginning. The Man, never having time for Louis had always sent Joey in his stead. It was best that Louis have a personal death and not one by some unknown disrespectful killer. No, this would be the best option. Joey took Louis to a strip club, telling him there was stuff they needed to talk about. Louis had of course been to the strip club many times despite his young age of 15. As they sat down Louis noticed that Joey had an uneasy look in his eyes. "What's wrong Joey?" Louis asked. "It's nothin Lou. Forget about it. I'm just worried about gettin my dick wet is all" "Ah." Louis chuckled, "That's good ol' Joey for ya. Always makin a big deal outta gettin his dick sucked." Joey laughed and smiled, "You're a good kid Lou. I've never had a family but you've been pretty much a son to me these fifteen years." "Ah, don't get all touchy on me Joey. You haven't even had more than three shots yet. Stop acting like a damn faggot" "Ha, hey sorry Lou. Didn't know you was such a homophobe. Anyway uh, we gotta make a quick transaction out behind the alley so let's get this over with and get us some lapdances, yeah?" "Sure thing Joey." They walked out through the backway passing all the strippers on the way out, they all loved the hell out of Louis. Hell if he was old enough they'd fuck the shit out of him. They got outside and Louis looked around. "Hey Joey, I think this guy might be a flake, I don't see anyone out here." Joey pulled out the gun that he'd taken so many lives with and pointed it at Louis. "Hey Joey what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Louis yelled. Joey looked down at the ground, his eyes blurred with tears. "I'm sorry Lou. It's that damn detective you got following you around, he's even in the damn strip club right now. You're dad can't afford to have any secrets gettin out. And you're the only loose tie. I'm sorry kid, i really am." Louis started crying, it wasn't a pussy kind of crying. It was the kind of tears that come with the knowledge that you're about to die. Joey took a deep breath and started to pull the trigger. Then, everything went black.