"Get on the fucking ground, Pete!". The blood rushed down my arm quicker than the fear I felt inside while I licked the bruise his gun left on my lip. " I ain't gonna say it again...Are you Hook?! ".
"Fuck you, Smee. I Dunno who that is but sounds like someone your daughter would be bangin' while you're out here being a Lil bitch". My laugh filled the warehouse-like it was an echo chamber with rage in his eyes as he pressed his piece against my head before lowering the safety and asking me through his teeth if I had any last words.
"To die would be an awfully big adventure". The smile on my face only grew as the brute swung his arm back to hit me again.
BANG. A gunshot blared like someone sounded an alarm striking his plump body to his knees with his crimson blood soaking his shirt as he's hit from behind.
I stumbled to my feet spitting the shit in my mouth onto the ground and grabbing his piece with my hand shaking as I put it to his head. "How about this...don't fuck with the Lost boys".
For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be a gangsta but it all changed the day I took my first life. My name is Pete J. Pannel, I swear to God I am not fucking Hook, and this story does not start here.