Chapter 4-7

It is said that a Leopard can not change its spots, and I’m glad about that, but man however, can change for all sorts of reasons, man can change for love, for faith, for his family or because something inside him snaps…

I’m not completely sure when I snapped, but I know it happened after I spoke to Martin, I was about half way back to the casino when he passed me on the motorway, I sped up and kept up with him and followed him into the service station. I pulled up along side and took off my helmet, “We need to talk.” I said as menacingly as I could, he looked panicked and tried to put his keys back into his bike to start it, I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me, nearly sending him and the bike into a tumble, “I need answers.” A said raising my voice “and I need them now”. Martins head dropped and he nodded slowly climbing off his bike, I snatched the keys from his hand, “These” I said shaking them in front of him, “You can have back after we have talked.” We entered the café and sat down as we ordered some coffee’s he suddenly changed, leaning back in his chair he started to laugh, “I’ll give you your answers.” He said in a low tone, “But you have to know, it’s not because you want them it’s because you are a newcomer and I remember what its like, and I’m in charge of this little impromptu meeting not you.” He unzipped his jacket to just show me what looked like the top of a hand gun tucked under his arm. Instead of worry or panic or even just down right scared, I was angry, I have no idea where it came from, but I was. I leant forward across the table and he leant forward to meet me, “OOO big man.” I said sarcastically, “Let’s all play guns shall we? Threaten me again and we will really see who’s got the balls, I’ll rip your fucking head off and shove it up your arse, and I don’t need a gun, I’ll do it with my bare fucking hands, get it?” I rested back in the chair, basking in his shocked look, “Now maybe we can be civil?” I said calmly.

We talked for nearly 2 hours, he told me that I was working for a gang running drugs, this much I had worked out, however I didn’t know that the casino was a front for the money laundering and the gang, although big was still nothing compared to some of them, they had about 60 people on the payroll, not including those working legitimately in the casino. The last boss had been in place for about a year, and had slowly run it into the ground, he was only interested in his own profit, he had come to his unfortunate end after the new guy had usurped him and the new guy had big plans to make the gang bigger and richer than ever before. From what I could gather the new guy had learnt his lesson from all the other bosses and had surrounded himself with lots of bodyguards and very rarely met anyone. I didn’t tell him I was off to meet him; I was starting to learn to keep information close to my chest. He stood up, “Where are you going?” I asked. “To the toilet.” He replied, “Is that ok with you.” I nodded, after a few minutes I followed him into the toilets he was washing his face, in one smooth movement I grabbed his collar and smashed his head as hard as I could into the sink, his body dropped to the floor like a sack of coal, he struggled reaching for his gun, I kicked his hand as hard as I could hearing the bone snap I knew he wasn’t going for that again, kneeling on his chest I reached in and pulled out the gun. Still kneeling on him I put the barrel in his mouth, “Tell anyone what happened here.” I said sternly “and I’ll find you and kill you, kapish?” I knew from the fear in his eyes, he wasn’t going to be a problem. I stood up and put the gun in my pocket, as I left the toilets I called a café worker, “Excuse me” I said politely “I think someone’s had an accident in there, you might want to call an ambulance. They thanked me and ran in to the toilets.

As I stood at my bike I realised I still had Martin’s keys, I opened his top box, inside was £2,000 in cash about 4 kilos of weed and some ammo, I transferred the lot to my bike and headed back on the road, I avoided the motorway and used the back roads. As I travelled though the country lanes, I could not get rid of the rush from what had just happened, the only way out of this was to stamp my authority on the gang, to make sure they knew they needed me and then I could leave without any trouble, a plan was hatching but to kick it all off I needed to get to the casino and fast, just in case Martin beat me to it…