The door only opens when the guy is laid in a puddle of his own blood on the floor. He talked of course he did , he blurted it out when we was just sparring at the beginning. He knew I was giving him an honourable death , let him go down fighting. Not strapped to a chair probably soaked in his own piss and s**t by then. He'd known his fate , knew it from the first parcel he stole.
He was in a catch twenty two position through his own doing mind, he had a debt with the local gang the hench men. Just gang bangers , hustling and stealing and dealing in the corners making a living. But he owed them thousands they did under ground bare knuckle boxing matches. He had ran a debt with there bookie , seemed alot of people had gambling issues around here.
He'd cut a deal , they knew who he wo
