You need to understand, it was nothing personal. Little Bill did something bad, screwed another man's woman, didn't pay a debt, skimmed off the top, whatever, I didn't give a shit, but he did something.
So someone calls me and asks me to clip the little runt. Five grand, tax free, and Little Bill goes bye byes. Oh yeah, the client wants him to suffer, that was not unusual but costs more, I mean, I'm not a weirdo, I whack people for money not kicks.
So I had my razor sharp tanto knife, and I was going to cut bits off Little Bill for about ten minutes until I got tired of the screaming, but would you believe it, this 120 pound, one fart, no hoper reached into his pants and pulled out the biggest fucking gun I'd ever seen in my soon to be ended life.