Help! Not just anybody. Help! I need someone. Help! Not just anyone."
The music was playing in my car as I started to realize, that to fix this mess in my life I really need some help. Fired from job, left by my girlfriend, didn't speak to family for a year and this problem with mobsters from which I rented some money. Such big pile of crap that to dig out from it I needed someone who could manage to help me out. I was thinking about different options when my phone rang. I looked into it and saw the second Jesus Christ himself.
- Rob! Hi there, how are you?
- Hi Franku, - yea, he used to call me that name all the time, - I’m okay, holding on as always, what about you?
- Not very well now but things are not so bad. You need something?
- Yes, that is the problem, I hear in some circles that you "borrowed" some money from Loenello Scotti, are you?
- I'm surprised that you know this, but yes, I did get a favor from Scotti family. And for some time, they really insist to return this favor.
- That I know too, and I still remember our friendship so I’m going to help you. Meet me at the Mollys in three ours.
- Okay, I will be there but I’m a bit confused.
- Explain everything there. See you soon.
- See you soon to pal.
Rob was my best friend since I know myself. Kindergarten, school, college, we were even working on the same job for first time. After few years of work, he collected some money and opened a little gas station, even asked me to join him, but I refused. And a couple years ago he had get into some trouble. A biker club who thought themselves tough went to Rob's station and wanted to get paid for protection. He refused, so they destroyed all his inventory and started to hitchhike tracks with gasoline. The last thing I heard about him is that he lost everything and went missing. I tried to find him but useless so after a few months I stop looking for him and decided that he get killed by those bikers.
And here I am standing in front of our favorite diner going to see my buddy for two years. I'm going inside and see that it is empty but for one person, Rob. He asks me to sit down and then he do the least expected thing for me.
- Sorry but I had to do this.
Sound of shot, darkness everywhere, and pain, so much pain.
Yes, you will not believe me. That bastard shot me, right in my head. Son of a snitch. I will remember this for a long time. No more beers on my check for him and no more lunches at Mollys. God damn, it still hearts even after five months.
But yes, let me tell you everything. He stole my girlfriend, to make sure hi will be safe. And my parents didn't give me a call because they were already under witness protection program. And I was the last one. So, Rob make sure I will be like a dead man, but a deadman which can give statements against Leonello Scotti. I wasn't just rent money, I also was taking part in some of his dirty jobs and knew a lot of sings about his criminal family. Thanks to that he is on an electric chair now and those mates of his is in prison for a very long term. Rob, that lying pig was working under cover for almost two years. I tell you I will remember him this shot for a very long time, but now I’m happy.
Aren't you happy two?
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