I put a thirteen year old kid in the hospital once.
It was a couple of years back. I was working as a knuckle breaker for this Latin bookie named Franco. Easy enough way to pick up a couple of extra bucks. Only problem was I have small hands. Ridiculously small. I get it from my mom. She has hands like a fucking China Doll. It’s alright though. You find ways to work around your limitations. An orange in a sock or a tightly rolled magazine can break a guys eye socket just as well as my fist can. And I don’t end up soaking my knuckles in an ice bath. So it’s all good.
I didn’t have any crisis of conscience with the guys I hurt. Fucks knew what they were getting into. You pays your money, you takes your chances. The thirteen year old I kinda felt bad about though. I thought he was an okay kid. Was his mom’s fucking fault. She also had a little bitch of an eleven year old daughter that I probably wouldn’t have minded sending to Beth Israel for a little involuntary R&R, but it’s tough to find muscle that’s willing to pound the piss out of a little girl. So her son drew the short straw.
I couldn’t administer the beating myself because her kids knew me. So I subcontracted the job out to some Albanian toughs to whom I am acquainted. The joints. Fuck the kid’s knees and elbows up. He showed a lot of promise as a young tennis star. Sorry kid, but you’re gonna have to find a new hobby. Blame your cunt mother and her inability to settle her accounts.
The mom liked the ponies. Too much. She was also dumb as a sack of hammers and would make ridiculous long shot bets. She got hooked up to Franco through her ex-husband. He was this pretty cool Argentine that owned a couple of restaurants. Nice guy. Always settled his debts on time. The wife left him for some greasy con man that claimed to be a z-list actor. She’d blow him under the tables in her husband’s restaurant. Real classy bitch. Husband found out about it and dropped her like a hot sack of shit on a warm summer’s day. But the wife managed to sob a big wet one in front of some dyke judge and she gave her one of the restaurants in the divorce settlement.
So the bitch would use the restaurant as her personal piggy bank and stiff her purveyors and employees so that she could continue her lifestyle and her illegal bets with my employer. Honestly, I could give two shits how she treats her employees or if she cooks her books. I don’t really have any feelings on any matter until Franco tells me it’s time to care. And Franco only thinks it’s time to care once she’s completely raped her business to the point of being unable to pay Franco the money he is owed. Franco cares greatly about this. Therefore I also care greatly about this.
He tells me we gotta send her a message. Normally we might send a little fireball through the front window of her establishment. Problem is she’s already bled the place pretty dry and eliminating her source of income doesn’t really help us now does it? Plus, she’d get the insurance money and that leaves her sitting a little too pretty. So we contacted her ex. He basically said Fuck her. Well, there you go. Going over and fucking her up would certainly be pleasurable enough, but she’s such a fucking narcissistic bitch she would probably delight entirely too much in the attention she would be bound to receive afterwards. But fuck her kid up and it cuts deep on a couple of levels. First, no matter how fucking self-centered a woman may be, she doesn’t really want to see her kids get hurt. But if you are a self absorbed skank, it’ll just eat you up to see your son getting all of your attention.
So I sent my boys to pick her son up after school and give him a few pointers on how to properly swing a tire iron. Kid’s never gonna walk right and, like I said, I really kinda liked the little fucker. But business is business.
