Post by Kolin Daire on Apr 17, 2015 20:42:52 GMT -5
"Need you to stop right there sir."
Kolin Daire looked at the man in front of him, staring him straight in the eyes. There was absolutely nothing impressive about the hired goon, who looks pretty much like the other hired goon beside him. Cheap suit, plain haircut, and an undeserved attitude. He came forward looking to search Kolin, but he just put a hand up.
"Don't. If I was planning to shoot your boss, I would have already put a slug in you and him."
Kolin raised his arms out, spun, and showed he didn't have anything hidden. The goons looked at each other for a few seconds before nodding and opening the doors for Kolin. The sight in front of him was, well incredibly douchey. A ridiculously over-sized TV on the left wall, a bright red leather couch facing it, an over-sized desk near the back of the room, and Cathal in his over-sized chair, snorting a line off of a random porno mag.
"Hey hey, look at this motherfucker here. How did you like that gift I sent you?"
That was all it took for Kolin to charge, leap over the desk and tackle Cathal to the ground. He started to rain down fists, but before the third could connect, Cathal's goons were on him. They pulled him back, but the one who had tried to search him received a broken nose courtesy of a well place elbow, and the other caught a hip toss right onto the desk. Kolin went for a punch, but he heard the familiar click, and there was Cathal with his pistol.
"You just made a big mistake motherfucker."
Kolin stared straight down the barrel, doing his best to show absolutely no fear. It wasn't the first time he'd been in the situation, but it was the first time in quite some time. Still, his nerves held relatively well as Cathal twitched his trigger finger ever closer.
"You knew I wasn't gonna let what you did slide Cathal."
"I sent you a nice... present."
"My baby sister. You really are a sick motherfucker."
Cathal looked at him for a few seconds, then started laughing before pulling his gun back and holstering it. He went back to his chair and sat down.
"Guilty. Now, sit the fuck down and let's discuss how you owe me for messing up this face."
"I don't owe you anything. We're done, and you're done with Kaitlin."
"Oh no no no, I own your slutty little sister, and there is no way I'm giving up that piece of ass."
Kolin clinches his fist and looks ready to dive over the table and try to finish the job, but he stops and takes a deep breath.
"She's not yours anymore. You tell me what she owes. What is it gonna take for you to forgive her debt. Nothing involving her, this is me."
"So you're gonna take on her debt now, huh? I guess I could throw a wig and a dress on you, there's probably some people in to that kind of shit. You're never gonna make me as much as she did though, and no way you can suck a dick that good."
"That's the last fucking time you talk about my sister that way. Her debt is on me, so how much asshole?"
"She owes me just over twenty five."
Kolin lets loose a sigh as all the defiance and anger inside of him is just completely deflated. He takes a second before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small wad of cash and tosses it on the desk.
"There's a grand to start with."
Cathal looks over the money before snatching it off the table.
"Fine, it's twenty four now, ten points on the vig every two weeks. I expect at least a grand that often."
"Fine."
Kolin gets up to go, and steps over the still bleeding goon on his way out.
"Hold on."
Kolin turns around to see Cathal with a giant shit eating grin on his face.
"What else?"
"I've got an offer for you. For what you did, it's gonna be fifteen points on the vig every two weeks."
"That's an extra thirty six hundred every other week."
"Yea it is."
"I didn't hear an offer."
"Here it is, and only because you did such a fine job of getting my money before. No vig at all, but it's an even fifty you owe now, we'll consider that grand a gesture of your esteem for me. So, no vig, fifty grand, and if I have an issue that I need your expertise on, I have it."
Kolin was really regretting his decision to leave his gun in the car. He clinched his fist tight, then spread his palm back open. He repeated the motion a few times as he thought over the offer.
"Fine, fifty grand, and I'll do your dirty work."
"Fan fucking tastic."
Cathal kept the shin eating grin on his face, and when he went for another line of blow, Kolin walked out.
Kolin Daire looked at the man in front of him, staring him straight in the eyes. There was absolutely nothing impressive about the hired goon, who looks pretty much like the other hired goon beside him. Cheap suit, plain haircut, and an undeserved attitude. He came forward looking to search Kolin, but he just put a hand up.
"Don't. If I was planning to shoot your boss, I would have already put a slug in you and him."
Kolin raised his arms out, spun, and showed he didn't have anything hidden. The goons looked at each other for a few seconds before nodding and opening the doors for Kolin. The sight in front of him was, well incredibly douchey. A ridiculously over-sized TV on the left wall, a bright red leather couch facing it, an over-sized desk near the back of the room, and Cathal in his over-sized chair, snorting a line off of a random porno mag.
"Hey hey, look at this motherfucker here. How did you like that gift I sent you?"
That was all it took for Kolin to charge, leap over the desk and tackle Cathal to the ground. He started to rain down fists, but before the third could connect, Cathal's goons were on him. They pulled him back, but the one who had tried to search him received a broken nose courtesy of a well place elbow, and the other caught a hip toss right onto the desk. Kolin went for a punch, but he heard the familiar click, and there was Cathal with his pistol.
"You just made a big mistake motherfucker."
Kolin stared straight down the barrel, doing his best to show absolutely no fear. It wasn't the first time he'd been in the situation, but it was the first time in quite some time. Still, his nerves held relatively well as Cathal twitched his trigger finger ever closer.
"You knew I wasn't gonna let what you did slide Cathal."
"I sent you a nice... present."
"My baby sister. You really are a sick motherfucker."
Cathal looked at him for a few seconds, then started laughing before pulling his gun back and holstering it. He went back to his chair and sat down.
"Guilty. Now, sit the fuck down and let's discuss how you owe me for messing up this face."
"I don't owe you anything. We're done, and you're done with Kaitlin."
"Oh no no no, I own your slutty little sister, and there is no way I'm giving up that piece of ass."
Kolin clinches his fist and looks ready to dive over the table and try to finish the job, but he stops and takes a deep breath.
"She's not yours anymore. You tell me what she owes. What is it gonna take for you to forgive her debt. Nothing involving her, this is me."
"So you're gonna take on her debt now, huh? I guess I could throw a wig and a dress on you, there's probably some people in to that kind of shit. You're never gonna make me as much as she did though, and no way you can suck a dick that good."
"That's the last fucking time you talk about my sister that way. Her debt is on me, so how much asshole?"
"She owes me just over twenty five."
Kolin lets loose a sigh as all the defiance and anger inside of him is just completely deflated. He takes a second before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small wad of cash and tosses it on the desk.
"There's a grand to start with."
Cathal looks over the money before snatching it off the table.
"Fine, it's twenty four now, ten points on the vig every two weeks. I expect at least a grand that often."
"Fine."
Kolin gets up to go, and steps over the still bleeding goon on his way out.
"Hold on."
Kolin turns around to see Cathal with a giant shit eating grin on his face.
"What else?"
"I've got an offer for you. For what you did, it's gonna be fifteen points on the vig every two weeks."
"That's an extra thirty six hundred every other week."
"Yea it is."
"I didn't hear an offer."
"Here it is, and only because you did such a fine job of getting my money before. No vig at all, but it's an even fifty you owe now, we'll consider that grand a gesture of your esteem for me. So, no vig, fifty grand, and if I have an issue that I need your expertise on, I have it."
Kolin was really regretting his decision to leave his gun in the car. He clinched his fist tight, then spread his palm back open. He repeated the motion a few times as he thought over the offer.
"Fine, fifty grand, and I'll do your dirty work."
"Fan fucking tastic."
Cathal kept the shin eating grin on his face, and when he went for another line of blow, Kolin walked out.
