KingPin
“Can you please take your feet off the desk before I slap the backside of your head, boy?” Mad dog was in a lousy mood today from the interrogation he had with some young gang member. He honestly had to rough him up a bit which left his knuckles pretty red and painful he could be rough around the edges at times. Still, he was a good guy; he hated to deal with young “folks,” so he would say, and Shorty would always tell him he sounded like an old ass man that lived alone and was grumpy twenty-four seven.
“You honestly remind me of the old guy from the Ups movie” Shorty leaned back in his chair and began laughing, but Mad dog was in the least bit amused. He rolled his eyes, walking over to his office, slamming his door behind him, and everyone in the precinct looked over at Gun, who had yet to remove his feet from his desk as he looked over emailed photographs were emailed to him. So he pointed out, now scattered across his desk messy. Shorty cleared his throat and leaned up to his desk, looking over at Gun, who yet looked over to him “Yo?” and still he was being ignored.
“I know you hear me, asshole” Shorty got up from his desk and walked over to Gun’s desk and pushed his feet off his desk and at the moment Gun looked from the photograph clenching his jaw. He was known to be the hothead in the precinct, and the only reason the chief has yet to kick his ass out is that he would always handle business regardless of his attitude. He never brought his private life into the workplace and has yet to do anything to lose Mad dog’s trust. He threw the photograph onto his desk, and it slid off the side, slowly waving in the air descending towards the floor.
“How about you refrain from touching me and mind your fucking business? I’m working here, and he knows it” Gun got up and grabbed his box of black & milds, walking towards the back of the department and going out the back door to smoke. He had officially been irritated, and Shorty always seemed to know how to do this to him. He stood 5′10 while Gun was just an inch taller than him, yet he had always called him Shorty since they were kids; those two go way back to toddlers. So the only reason Shorty puts up with his bullshit was just that.
Opening the door, he walked maybe a few feet into the distance rounding a corner. The wind is blowing harshly in November, which is not even the best time to be out without a damn coat yet. His assholish best friend was standing like he was not about to freeze his dick off in the winter weather. “That guy has got the worst attitude, but I guess there isn’t anything we can do about it can’t help it.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his blackish-brown hair, grabbing his jacket, and pulling Gun’s from the chair, going in the direction the other male escaped.
“Here, man, put the damn coat on, dumbass” he tossed it to him, which Gun caught rolling his eyes and as he put it on, “thanks, but I don’t need you to wipe my ass every time I need to shit” Shorty turned and laughed as cold as it was that was a bit funny even for the heartless asshole standing right in front of him. He has a lot of shit that he goes through.
Do you not think it’s time to change your attitude, Gun?” The wind was blowing, grazing their cheeks like a knife would a cake. It felt like it went right through the skin as if it was really and truly an actual object, yet it wasn’t. “You should try to refrain from always pissing the boss off all the time. Eventually, Gun got agitated and leaned over and used his hands to help cover the unlit cigarette to light it, which helped a lot. “I don’t need you telling me shit about him.
He is fine so fuck it, as long as I do my job, my damn feet shouldn’t bother no damn body” he moved back into his same spot and took another puff of his Black and mild. “This is some bullshit. No one went into that area unless they did some fuck shit and were on their way out the door to enjoy a new life of unemployment. “Shorty chuckled at that, and they both went into the building, not looking at anyone instead staring straight ahead going into Mad Dog’s sacred place as Gun calls it.
“This will take a while. It is already nearing 7 pm, and I am not in the mood for your bullshit Gun, so sit the fuck down now!” Mad dog motioned for Gun to sit, and he was the only one standing up, giving him a dumbass look until he just snapped, which he then blew and made his way to his seat in front of the chief’s desk right next to Shorty, who was shaking his head.
“I hope you two got enough smokes because this is going to be hell-bent and fucking astonishing” they both looked at one another as he moved back in his chair and opened a drawer pulling out a massive stack of manila folders. “The fuck is all this shit?” Gun bit his jaw instantly, a bit annoyed, but he held the rest that he wanted to say because Mad dog was already on edge after that interrogation; the feeling was taking it out on him just because he could, so nothing else is said. So how the fuck did you get these?” He smirked at the photo. “Let me see that” Shorty reached over and snatched the photo from Gun, who scoffed at his action but left it at that grabbing the other images and going through them. Chief leaned back, folding his hands in front of him, observing the expressions.
“Look at these photos here and tell me if who you think this is Gun because from where I’m sitting, this is fucking gold.” Gun sat up, reaching over the desk choosing up one of the photos; “shit, this is fucking gold.” They are passionate, and they had not been that way since they caught Al Pacino’s young nephew a few years back that was one hell-bent murderous even they went through, and all three almost died. That situation was one they would never forget, yet they never wanted to go through anything like that again, but this situation here was gold. They were grateful other precincts, even the CIA, didn’t have this information, and that made Mad dog happy as fuck. He wanted this needed this.
. “Names?” Gun spoke out, pulling a black from his box, and he only had two left in it. He looked, rolling his eyes, mumbling to himself. “I need to get more cigs before I go home” he then put the box on the desk in front of him so he could pull one out and light it. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke then licking his lips. “So names?” he repeated. Mad dog tapped the photo three times with his index finger and then looked up at Gun, adverting his eyes to Shorty as he pointed at the main picture, the first one showing to the two lower-level cops.
“This is the little fuck known as Lemon. His true name is Jeon Jung Kook, but we will not be calling him that, so get fucking familiar with his name. He is one scary little shit, and when I say scary, I’m talking about Jason gets fucked by Freddy and have a bloody billy son of a bitch; scary this shit is real. He will have your fucking kids killing one another for chump change.” Gun, for once, was looking a bit out of it right now; he was not sure if he was supposed to take Mad dog seriously or not, but he continued to listen.
“This one ” he paused for a second and smirked, licking his lips then chuckling while the other two gave him weird looks raising their eyebrows “this guy here is his capo, his only frontman real name Kim Nam Joon but something about him rubs me wrong about those two too close maybe lovers. Nah, I don’t believe it. He is a gorgeous son of a bitch gues what they call this pretty bastard” he looked at both of them, and of course, Gun spoke first, shifting in his seat.
“What pretty boy?” Then he paused and looked at the picture and what caught him and Shorty off guard was his eye’s “Wait a fucking minute, this mother fucker has blue fucking eyes?” Shorty, for once, actually was curious enough that he cursed, which made Gun chuckle. “Yeah, he has blue eye’s and the bastard is gorgeous as fuck. “He is called Blue eye’s, and he obtained that such name from Lemon. I don’t know what is with these two, but I will say this, it pisses me off, and I don’t get it. Do not take him for a softie either he is the same as his brother. The three men are conversing; while doing so, the chief pulls out another image of something odd.
" The photo was black; nothing’s there except a few words, and that altogether annoyed the fuck out of Gun. “The fuck is this shit, Mad dog? “Tell me what the actual fuck do we do with this blank bullshit?” Mad dog rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, folding his arms. “This here is no one, and I mean no one, and when I say no one, I mean even that asshole of a pretty babyface bastard Lemon does not even know his looks. He deals with this guy but has not once seen him. Frankly, nobody has to be honest, and that is ridiculous.
How can one guy who gets past taxes and shit move unnoticed he moves like The God Father? His name, well, his true name is Park Ji Min, but they call him Ice Man and don’t ask me why I don’t know, yet I have not figured it out since no one sees the bastard no age, no height, no weight, hair color nothing but I would love to see him in person because he’s one mysterious fuck. ” The other two were going to say something, but they looked at one another and just did say nothing for the moment.” The chief was about to continue the conversation but was interrupted “look, he is unknown, makes it an issue no one knows who he is, and on top of that, deals with the Lemon and owns a fucking casino that he doesn’t even pay taxes so think about it.
Deep down, Mad dog knew this was making perfect sense which made him wonder if Lemon was the head edge of it all, what exactly would he have to do with Lemon?” Mad dog squinted his eyes and adverted them to Shorty, who nodded his head then shrugged. “Okay, take the images and get acquainted with the bastards; report back to me in the morning. What I am saying is we can handle these little bastards. They don’t seem to be that bad even though Lemon has a reputation after reading some of the shit that was in the folders; he’s one sick bastard” Shorty shook his head, then nodded.
“Alright, I got it, I got it” he grabbed his coat and walked behind Gun, but no matter how he looked at it, something was nagging at his chest. He motioned for them to leave, and they both got up and walked out, going to their desks ” this seems a bit much, man, I don’t know about this” Gun stopped before he got near the exit and turned around. “I know damn well you’re ass ain’t getting mother fucking cold feet? Look stop with the shit; we got this. We caught the most vicious bastard in New York, Scotty Pacino man Al Pacino’s fucking nephew; on top of that man, we almost died. You and I got shot a total of 5 times, and the chief man was gutted like a fucking fish. He still has pains in his stomach, those scares or memories. Relax, we can handle this.
