Short Story

This is a short story that I had written one day, inspired by many mafia movies and stories.

Mick

Al and Richie entered the dark room. The red satin drapes covered the room in darkness only the light from the auburn desk lit the room. A short stocky man named Mick sat in that desk; he had short black hair and a long beard with patches of gray. Mick put out his cigar in the ash tray and stared at the two men. “Where’s my money,” said Mick, “I told you two weeks.” “We just need two more days,” said Richie. “You have 24 hours, now go” Mick said before standing up, “If you don’t have my money by then, well let’s just say you should.” Mick sat back down and two burly men, both bald and in suits entered the room. “Please escort these gentlemen outside.” said Mick.

Last Chance

Al and Richie were guided outside onto the streets. “What are we going to do?” Richie said, concerned for their lives. “We’ll have to make one last hit.” replied Al. “We can’t go back to crime; I thought that was all part of the past.” “Listen here Richie, unless we do this we won’t be part of the future. Now let’s clean the slate. One last hit and were done. No more debt, no more crime, no more worrying.” Richie nodded his head and the two were off. Al and Richie walked to their apartment. It was dingy, small and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls due to all the nicotine. “Mark the Calendar Richie, March 2nd our last day of crime. “Al went into the bedroom and opened the closet. Inside was a duffle bag filled, inside were two handguns, two bullet proof vests, two sets of gloves and two ski masks. “Hey Al, is it cold? Should I wear my winter jacket? ”It’s Denver, of course it’s cold. You don’t want to get sick do you?” The two men suited up and were off to the heist. They got inside their van, did a quick prayer and were off. The only place to get money fast was to find a place with big transactions. Luckily for them there was a local general store that was running back alley deals on the side. They knew from experience that the store had enough money to pay back Mick. It was near the end of the town limits, and because of their shady deals they didn’t like to interact with the law. It was an hour away but they had time.

Last Hit

They reached the store and turned off the van. They looked at each other in silence. “This is it Rich, after this we can retire. We can finally go to Hawaii.” The two put on their mask and ran into the store and only the cashier was there to greet them, they pulled out their guns. “Empty the register and we all leave happy.” Al said. The clerk went to open the register, when all of a sudden he reached for his shotgun and fired a shot. Al fired back hitting the clerk in the chest before ducking behind a candy rack. Richie was on the floor but his chest was covered in blood. “Richie it’s going to be okay, we’ll get you to a hospital.” “There’s no time, grab the money and go.” “No I won’t leave you.” “Al listen, it’s too late for me. You can still go and pay back Mick. Do it for me, do it for us.” Richie’s eyes began to gloss over and Al knew that his partner was no more. He went behind the register to see the clerk lying face down in a pool of his own blood. He opened the register took the money and retreated to the van. Al drove to Micks warehouse and entered through the back, he barged through the office door and slammed the money onto the table. Silently Mick counted the money, “I would ask where Richard was but telling by the blood on your clothes and the money I think I have an idea. You’re free to go, you’re now debt free.” Al stared at Mick for a long 5 seconds then left the room. He went into his van and drove home. He got inside and went into his bedroom. He threw his outfit into the duffle bag and threw back in the closet. He went into his night stand and pulled out a small picture. In this photograph was a picture of Richie and himself laughing on a beach. A tear rolled down Al’s cheek. “We finally did it Rich, we finally did it.”