A revenge thriller about two white guys, Tom and Sam, who had made a pact to avenge the execution of their fathers, who were gunned down and double crossed by an underworld bad boy.
CHAPTER 1
Dave sucked on his skunk joint and watched without emotion as the loaded block was pushed into the mans mouth.
“Tell us where the parcel is,” Scarface shouted. “Give it up, or your finished you cunt!”
Dave was listening via the Apple iPod inserted in his left ear. His two trusted booters on the other side of the two way mirror were doing exactly what they were paid for. They were in their early twenties, black, ice cold eyes and rocking fresh level 1 fades. Both wore grey Prada tracksuits, black red sole kicks and red Nike gloves. The one holding the piece had a thin 4 inch scar along the right side of his face, his sidekick, sitting on a wooden chair, at the other end of the badly lit damp looking concrete room, resting his feet on the torso if the bound and gagged blonde lifeless man on the floor. Blood poured from a single gunshot wound to the mans temple.
Scarface repeated his question
The dark haired man tied to the infamous red chair, and sucking on the Glock pistol, pissed himself. He was scared and ashamed. His name was Harry and he was in his late thirties. He hadn’t slept in three days and his blue eyes had dark patches beneath them.
“I didn’t take the parcel,” he mumbled.
The trigger man cocked the Glock. Harry’s eyes widened and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
“Don’t lie to me you fucking cunt” shouted Scarface.
Dave placed his joint in the ashtray, closed his eyes and thought about Harry’s violation. The theft of the four kilos was only a smokescreen. The single gunshot that rung out made him open his eyes and smile. Harry’s body went rigid and he slumped into the chair.
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