Dirty Sekks: The Bad Bust.
The gun left a trailing grey cloud after the first bullet left the cartridge, Harlem was laying in vomit and his own blood. I was responsible for both. I didn’t feel guilty about the bourbon and rum I sank into him but the bullet was a whole other story. It was surprising no one heard it, who knew silencers worked so damn well. Couldn’t stand looking at his face when he was alive, even in death he looked smug. I emptied his pockets out, it didn’t seem right to pin the guilt on him after everything. It was the plan to start with, ply him with booze till he couldn’t stand then put a .12 calibre bullet between his eyes. As soon as it drilled through his skill I just felt guilty about fucking up his legacy. His wife would kill herself if she thought Harlem had been selling coke. I removed the ounce of cocaine and slipped it into a briefcase. I had a dead body in front of me and enough drugs to put me behind bars long enough to miss my fortieth birthday. Could be worse I could be sleeping with his wife. Hold that thought, I was.
The best thing to get me through these rotten days was accepting I was a royal fuck up, everything else fell in-between. It was a luxury to know you couldn’t shock yourself no matter what you did.
I left Harlem in his apartment, I wasn’t worried about leaving, I was a regular in those slums, and no one would even bat an eye if I was there or if I wasn’t. The death: gang violence. Harlem was the cocky son of a bitch who had pissed everyone off. As soon as the cops hear about it they’ll say it was another house mugging, case closed. No that wasn’t my concern right now, what was my concern was the fucking drugs. They were supposed to be left with him, I figure a conscience is the only thing separating me from the vermin, but don’t get me wrong, I’m still vermin. I’m just more a pigeon than a rat; occasionally, I’ll rise above the rest.
I had no use for coke, it wasn’t my drug and I sure as hell wasn’t a dealer. My plan was to dump it on a crack whore. I knew a crack whore, but here’s a lesson for you, never call a crack whore a crack whore to their face. They don’t like it. Sparkle was her name, and yes that’s her real name. I think sometimes parents want their children to be sluts. I digress. She was actually a decent human being her faults aside, she tried to do well in whole she was just getting by, and before your mind wanders I know that the coke won’t end up with her. She’ll be too clueless, too dumb to keep it to herself. Her pimp Lucky will have his hands on it in no time after she mouths off about her lucky break. And then one anonymous call to the police and I’ve got one less arsehole off the street and my hands are clean from this whole messed up situation.
You’re probably asking why I killed Harlem in the first place. Bottom line is money. I’m not a hit-man, I’m just a guy who knows ins and outs, a sort of private eye who’s known to not mind having his hands in the dirty and keeps them out of the pie. It’s not an honest living but it’s a living, and that’s more than most these days. It was Jackie who ordered the hit. Just a high profile drug lord who heard of me through acquaintances, I keep my reputation clean, I get work. It’s how it is.
Did I mind killing a friend whose wife I was banging? Not at all, she was unhappy and he was a dick. I’ve a conscience but I don’t carry my guilt, I do mind if I was to tell the truth, but in this line of work you’re not allowed to show weakness. It’s not how the cards are dealt.
Sparkle was a predictable girl, finding her was easy. Ever seen those girls who in broad daylight practically show you their pussy without you asking? She was one of those. I didn’t want to say hello, if she saw me this would all go to shit. I put the briefcase unopened at the opposite end of the street. She would walk to it, open it and the rest history.
I held back, waiting behind a concrete wall covered in promotional posters for night clubs that had long gone out of business. I saw her walk near so I found sanctum behind a taxi. Next thing I knew some bastard kid comes running and grabs the case and uses it to knock Sparkle out. Way to piss on my plans, kid. I check on her, she’s shocked unconscious but she’s fine. I see Mindy, another ‘lady of the night.’
“What’s happened to her, Sekks?”
“Knocked out. Mindy, you didn’t see me, you hear? I was never here. I’ve got to go put a scum dog down. Someone’s got to look after her. You can do that can’t you?”
“ Corse I will, Sekks. You go kill that little shit for me, baby. Make sure he knows not to mess with us, you got me?”
I ran. Mindy’s always wanted someone dead and it’s impossible to explain to her you can’t just kill anyone who does you wrong. Not unless you’ve got the cash to follow through.
My plan up in smoke I ask a taxi driver where the hell the cunt went, he says he ran towards Happy Memories Thai Restaurant. The kid wasn’t a professional that’s for sure.
Entering the Thai restaurant was the most bizarre experience I had, trees were over grown and the leaves were hanging from the tree, I liked it, if I weren’t here on business I’d even eat here, but I had a kid to find. I looked around and I couldn’t see a sight of him, I was beginning to think this was turning into a long day, then right there I had some luck, the stupid cunt worked here. I took a seat and ask to see him personally, the waitress who served me gives me a funny look but I stood my ground.
“Welcome to Happy Memories. Are you ready to order?”
“The briefcase kid, where is it, kid?”
“Briefcase? What do you mean mister? I’ve been on shift all evening!”
I couldn’t stand his shit so I lifted the table and let its contend scatter to the floor, the louder the noise the better. The kid ran, innocents never run. Some of the chefs tried to block my way as I made chase but I used the butt of my pistol to knock them to the floor, the kid ran to an alleyway out back, stupid shit managed to cornered himself; I pulled my gun at him, I wanting to see him sweat.
“I dumped it okay!? I just thought they’d be cash not fucking drugs! I dumped it I swear!”
“That best not be a lie, boy.”
“Would I fucking lie with a gun at my head?”
“You’d be surprised how many do, now say you’re telling the truth, where’d you dump it?”
“I dumped it in the back of a taxi, alright?” I made a run for it, opened it, saw the coke and threw it in a cab. I wouldn’t even know what I’d do with all of that shit.”
“The taxi driver? God dammit.”
I looked on to the street and I saw both the taxi driver, Mindy and Lucky with the case with all eyes towards me, Mindy pointed at me whilst the cops pulled up. The restaurant had probably already phoned them. The cops saw Lucky with the coke and put him in the back of a van. He gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen. Something tells me my reputation isn’t going to be safe for much longer. Shit.
The best thing to get me through these rotten days was accepting I was a royal fuck up, everything else fell in-between. It was a luxury to know you couldn’t shock yourself no matter what you did.
I left Harlem in his apartment, I wasn’t worried about leaving, I was a regular in those slums, and no one would even bat an eye if I was there or if I wasn’t. The death: gang violence. Harlem was the cocky son of a bitch who had pissed everyone off. As soon as the cops hear about it they’ll say it was another house mugging, case closed. No that wasn’t my concern right now, what was my concern was the fucking drugs. They were supposed to be left with him, I figure a conscience is the only thing separating me from the vermin, but don’t get me wrong, I’m still vermin. I’m just more a pigeon than a rat; occasionally, I’ll rise above the rest.
I had no use for coke, it wasn’t my drug and I sure as hell wasn’t a dealer. My plan was to dump it on a crack whore. I knew a crack whore, but here’s a lesson for you, never call a crack whore a crack whore to their face. They don’t like it. Sparkle was her name, and yes that’s her real name. I think sometimes parents want their children to be sluts. I digress. She was actually a decent human being her faults aside, she tried to do well in whole she was just getting by, and before your mind wanders I know that the coke won’t end up with her. She’ll be too clueless, too dumb to keep it to herself. Her pimp Lucky will have his hands on it in no time after she mouths off about her lucky break. And then one anonymous call to the police and I’ve got one less arsehole off the street and my hands are clean from this whole messed up situation.
You’re probably asking why I killed Harlem in the first place. Bottom line is money. I’m not a hit-man, I’m just a guy who knows ins and outs, a sort of private eye who’s known to not mind having his hands in the dirty and keeps them out of the pie. It’s not an honest living but it’s a living, and that’s more than most these days. It was Jackie who ordered the hit. Just a high profile drug lord who heard of me through acquaintances, I keep my reputation clean, I get work. It’s how it is.
Did I mind killing a friend whose wife I was banging? Not at all, she was unhappy and he was a dick. I’ve a conscience but I don’t carry my guilt, I do mind if I was to tell the truth, but in this line of work you’re not allowed to show weakness. It’s not how the cards are dealt.
Sparkle was a predictable girl, finding her was easy. Ever seen those girls who in broad daylight practically show you their pussy without you asking? She was one of those. I didn’t want to say hello, if she saw me this would all go to shit. I put the briefcase unopened at the opposite end of the street. She would walk to it, open it and the rest history.
I held back, waiting behind a concrete wall covered in promotional posters for night clubs that had long gone out of business. I saw her walk near so I found sanctum behind a taxi. Next thing I knew some bastard kid comes running and grabs the case and uses it to knock Sparkle out. Way to piss on my plans, kid. I check on her, she’s shocked unconscious but she’s fine. I see Mindy, another ‘lady of the night.’
“What’s happened to her, Sekks?”
“Knocked out. Mindy, you didn’t see me, you hear? I was never here. I’ve got to go put a scum dog down. Someone’s got to look after her. You can do that can’t you?”
“ Corse I will, Sekks. You go kill that little shit for me, baby. Make sure he knows not to mess with us, you got me?”
I ran. Mindy’s always wanted someone dead and it’s impossible to explain to her you can’t just kill anyone who does you wrong. Not unless you’ve got the cash to follow through.
My plan up in smoke I ask a taxi driver where the hell the cunt went, he says he ran towards Happy Memories Thai Restaurant. The kid wasn’t a professional that’s for sure.
Entering the Thai restaurant was the most bizarre experience I had, trees were over grown and the leaves were hanging from the tree, I liked it, if I weren’t here on business I’d even eat here, but I had a kid to find. I looked around and I couldn’t see a sight of him, I was beginning to think this was turning into a long day, then right there I had some luck, the stupid cunt worked here. I took a seat and ask to see him personally, the waitress who served me gives me a funny look but I stood my ground.
“Welcome to Happy Memories. Are you ready to order?”
“The briefcase kid, where is it, kid?”
“Briefcase? What do you mean mister? I’ve been on shift all evening!”
I couldn’t stand his shit so I lifted the table and let its contend scatter to the floor, the louder the noise the better. The kid ran, innocents never run. Some of the chefs tried to block my way as I made chase but I used the butt of my pistol to knock them to the floor, the kid ran to an alleyway out back, stupid shit managed to cornered himself; I pulled my gun at him, I wanting to see him sweat.
“I dumped it okay!? I just thought they’d be cash not fucking drugs! I dumped it I swear!”
“That best not be a lie, boy.”
“Would I fucking lie with a gun at my head?”
“You’d be surprised how many do, now say you’re telling the truth, where’d you dump it?”
“I dumped it in the back of a taxi, alright?” I made a run for it, opened it, saw the coke and threw it in a cab. I wouldn’t even know what I’d do with all of that shit.”
“The taxi driver? God dammit.”
I looked on to the street and I saw both the taxi driver, Mindy and Lucky with the case with all eyes towards me, Mindy pointed at me whilst the cops pulled up. The restaurant had probably already phoned them. The cops saw Lucky with the coke and put him in the back of a van. He gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen. Something tells me my reputation isn’t going to be safe for much longer. Shit.
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