Hitman Blues (a violent love story)

[themirrorthief]

Luke Breslin was a cold hearted killer. At least that is what everyone said about him. Everyone being thugs, mafia hoods and the like. He had assasinated 34 people in his short career. He had been paid a lot of money and got hooked on drugs. He was trying to change but there were problems, and plenty of them. Getting off dope was the easy part.

Breslin had fallen in love. This time it was the real thing. Her name was Deidre and she was his son's preschool teacher. They had talked a few times and each talk lasted longer. He realized there was a mutual attraction and he asked her out. Several dates followed and all had gone well, very well indeed.

They had made out but no sex as yet. Deidre was very religious and Breslin groaned at the thought that she would discover what he was truly all about.

He retired from being an assassin. He had plenty of money and a few good investments too. He even got a regular job as a clerk in a shipping operation. The money was OK and it kept him busy.

His ex wife let him see their son whenever he wanted. Often times he and Deidre and Little Leon would got to a movie together or hang out in the park for a while. They spent a lot of time gorging on ice cream too. It was all so sweet.

Everything changed when Luke went to meet her parents. To his utter shock and amazement, Deidre's dad was a mafia big wheel. They recognized each other immediately. They had dinner and all went great but later he and her old man stepped outside to smoke. Breslin hoped against hope that the old man only recognized him from years ago way before the hit man thing had gone down. That turned out to be true but...

"You will never see my daughter again," Coleman said.

Breslin shrugged. "I had no idea she was your daughter, I truly do care for her and Im retired from the old life. I got a regular job now and I've plenty of cash stashed away."

"You will never see her again, you fucking thug," He repeated.

"You are a small time punk, stealing cars and shit like that...my girl will get a lot better man than your small time punk ass."

(switch to first person perspective...)

I wanted to tell him that I had bumped off much bigger jerks than him but I knew it was best to play along with the bastard. I needed time to think. Everything had sorta hit me out of the blue. The hitman had got hit in a manner of speaking.

We went back inside and had a drink. Then I left alone. I pretended that I was sick. To be honest, I was sick. The next few days I thought I was ok but then I started hurting for Deidre. I knew she was the one for me but if I saw her again I was pretty sure the hitman would become the dead man. That wasn't cool. However, I tried to be cool about it.

She called several times and I didn't answer. I quit my job and got another. I didn't want her showing up at work. I thought I was alright but the pain got worse and worse. I have always been a loner but I never felt this alone. Finally I had to act and at last I did the only thing I knew to do.

I decided to bump Coleman off. Yeah, it was crazy but the guy was a grand master asshole. He was ruthless, and although he wasn't as active in the mob as he had once been, he was as dirty as they get. I never took out anyone that didn't deserve it and in spades. I figured it would be the same with Coleman. I made plans.

I hired a close pal to tail Coleman. He told me all I needed to know. Everyday Coleman had lunch and coffee at this little place belonging to his brother. There was a big empty warehouse right across the street. At first I thought about taking a position in the warehouse and taking him out with a sniper rifle. No, I wanted it more personal than that. Who wouldn't.

I walked in the joint and shot the bodyguard in the back of the head. He never knew what hit him. Then I turned the gun toward the old man. "Who is paying you for this," was all he could say.

I slipped the mask off briefly and his eyes grew large.

"I know you, you've been to my house," he exclaimed.

I quickly pulled the mask down. There weren't many people in the place but why take chances? Coleman's brother tried to slip his hand under the bar and I put one right in his chest. He groaned and slid down. My silencer was a beauty.

Then I put two in Coleman and walked out. I walked out real casually and got in the car. For a long time I drove around  feeling pretty good about myself.

The next time Deidre called I answered the phone and we had a long talk. She wasn't as tore up about her dad as I thought she'd be. Turned out her real dad was dead and Coleman was a step dad and only for a couple of years at that.

I apologized for not returning her calls. I pretended that I had pulled a long drunk because I had lost my job. But now it was all good cause I had a better job and had swore off the booze for life.

I went to Coleman's funeral with her. She seemed to really appreciate that and I pretended not to recognize any of the hoods that showed up. Not many did show, what the hell did they care about anybody anyhow?

Deidre and I had a great fling but eventually broke up. To be honest she was just to much of a good girl for me.

Occasionally I like to smoke a little weed and maybe even do a couple of lines. All Deidre wanted to do was watch chick flicks on tv, drag me to church, and whine about my smoking. To make matters worse she only wanted sex about once a week. That was the deal breaker. I work hard and I want to play hard. Hey, thats just the way I am. I'm a good guy but nobody is perfect. But I try, I try like hell. What more does a girl want from a guy?