Chasing Sin

Chapter 1

“Please, don’t do this.” The old man begs for his life before me, his eyes starting to grow wide as I grip his shirt collar tighter in my fist. Chad, the scum-bag before me; was in his late fifties, with salt and pepper hair, a round gut and who recked of the smell of old money and too much aftershave.

I slam him back against the brick wall.

His face contorting with the look of agony, as his head hits the cement.

I was here for a reason after all, and dealing with this piece of scum was on top of my to-do list. If I had to rough him up a bit while I got my point across so, be it. He deserved much worse. And I was never one to turn down a fight.

“Please… I beg of you.”

Chad was no different than any of the other low-life’s I tended to deal with, in my line of work. It didn’t matter to me though; I got paid no matter who he was or how this scum met his end.

The begging did nothing more, than irritate me. Which caused me to pull back my fist and hit him again.

“Please… I will get it.” He begged again, blood leaking out his nose.

His begging showing me how even the most powerful of men, can somehow be the weakest. Especially when they were backed into a corner, with nothing to get them out; not even their money or their influence like in Chad here’s case.

“You owe a lot of really important people, a lot of fucking money Chad.” His eyes widen, when he realizes why I’m really here, and the realization that he fucked up was evident.

He really fucked up. Because I was the one they sent when it was too late to beg. When things got messy.

“Let me ask you, does your dear sweet wife know just how much you prefer the company of hookers to her?” I chuckle, as the dirty old man starts to struggle in my hold at the mention of his wife.

I can’t help but laugh.

“Does she know how you spend your late nights at the office, Chad?” I smack him across the side of the face, watching it redden as I laugh. “How the hell, did you rack up a bill that high?” I ask, pure curiosity kicking in. “I mean five-hundred grand for some pussy?”

Hardly seemed worth it too me, but then again, I never understood how some men could pay for sex in the first place.

Not my style.

I wanted my women willing, hell more than willing; borderline desperate for me and not because I just dropped a fat roll of cash in front of her.

I mean was he really that desperate to get his rocks off that they couldn’t do it, with his wife. The woman he had been married too for years.

Scumbag.

That’s what people like him were.

Not that what I was doing was any better, but at least I had a code I followed. The world would be a better place without him in it.

I bet his wife was a nice woman too. They usually were. I bet she was the kind of woman who stayed up late waiting for him to come home from the office every night, after he called saying not to wait up because he was working yet another late night.

Or so she was led to believe.

She was probably someone who took care of the kids, which from research I now knew he had two. A stepson, Jordan who was ten and his pride and joy as well as a daughter, Hazel who just turned twenty-one.

I did my homework, before I ultimately agreed to take the job or any job for that matter. Learning everything there was to know about Chad here. Along with his “family”. Down to every minor detail of his life, including where old Chad here would be on a random Tuesday afternoon like tonight.

“Tell me, Chad… Was it really worth it?” I smirk, seeing the fear in his eyes; as he eyes my gun sticking out of the waist band of my jeans. I always ask the same thing, and more times than none the answer is always the same.

“If you could change it, Chad, would you?”

Of course, looking back now they would do things differently. Make different choices. Not screw everything with a pussy. But the end result would always be the same.

Once a low life, always a low life.

I had dealt with my fair share of men who thought it wise to use their money as a way of power, and landed flat on their back broke or even worse.

Chad wasn’t any different; just maybe a little more ignorant about it considering who he owed the money too. These men didn’t put up with the likes of people like him. They paid people to handle the situation.

That’s where I came in.

“Please.” He begs. “I will get him the money. I just need… a few days.” I watch as the look of pure terror, reaches his eyes. “I just need a few more days, and I’ll… I’ll have his money plus interest.” I release my grip on him, just a tad allowing his feet to touch the ground again.

I shouldn’t give him mercy, but what harm could waiting a week do?

I knew where he lived and if he didn’t have the money by then; I would destroy him. Along with everything he ever cared about.

“You have one week. Got that? You better get the money, Chad. Because if not, I’ll be taking something a little more valuable to you than your money.” I pull out his wallet, removing the family picture I know he keeps in there for safe keeping. “You feel me.”

I shove him back against the wall, getting right in his face. “Don’t make me pay a visit to your perfect little family, Chad. I would hate to have to put a few bullet holes in them.” I grab my gun from my waistband. “Or maybe I’ll introduce myself to your wife.” I hoped it wouldn’t come to that but I wasn’t opposed to being more direct to get my point across. “Maybe your pretty little daughter.”

“No…No it won’t come to that. I will get the money.” He stammers; his feet still firmly planted to the floor. “Thank you… Thank you.” He moves around me, not once looking back as he runs towards the exit.

Slamming the metal door as he goes.