1. The Hitter


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: gilrenard, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    and we have only gotten a few offers,” He stuttered and wiped the sweat that was building up on his brow as he pushed four papers to the edge of his desk. I placed my fingertips on one of the papers and ran my thumb over the signature. The ink smudged, it was still wet. He swallowed hard and quickly turned his eyes to the handcuffs on Chief O’Hara’s belt. “I can get you cash from the vault, for half of the highest offer. I’m sure you could use fifteen hundred dollars,” He rushed to get the words out and quickly pulled the papers away from me. I smiled at him and made a counter offer, “I don’t know much about contracts or the law. Perhaps, Chief O’Hara could offer some advice.” I turned to O’Hara and asked, “Would I be able to buy my farm back from the bank for five hundred dollars? That’s what was left on the loan, before my farm was stolen from me.” O’Hara rubbed his chin, tapped his fingers on the handcuffs and pretended to ponder the question, “I don’t see why not. It sounds like a fair deal, in lieu of this unfortunate misunderstanding.” The banker swallowed hard and replied, “Of course. I’ll sign the deed over to you right now. No need to drag this on.” I took out the cash from my pocket and slammed the five hundred dollars on his desk, “I’ll take the deed and a receipt, now, Mr. Scott,” I snarled at him. ~ Chief O’Hara entered my dressing room, “You’re fighting a gorilla on a lot of cocaine. He’s in the ring already, with his heart pounding like two jack-rabbits ...
    fucking.” “Good, let him sweat a bit longer under the hot lights, and work some of that cocaine out of his system,” I grinned. I waited five minutes before I made my way to the ring. I watched the crowd get to their feet to get a glimpse of me. All I could hear was the steady beat of my heart pounding in my ears. I stepped through the ropes and entered the ring. Marco charged at me and threw a right hand aimed at my head; all of hell’s fury was behind his punch. I pivoted to the left on my toes, and watched the punch fly harmlessly over my right shoulder. I bent my knees and drove a merciless left hook in to his ribs. I heard him huff as I pushed off my left foot, stepped away from his right hand, and threw straight right at his exposed chest. “That’s all you got old man!?” He screamed out and beat his fists on his head. I didn’t reply. He’d feel the full effect of those two punches as the cocaine worked its way out of his body. He came at me again with another right hand. I stepped to the left and threw a hard right hook at his solar plexus. He huffed again and grabbed me, pushing me against the ropes. When I felt his right arm release its grip on me, I threw a short, left uppercut to his chin. He stepped back in a daze and shook his head to clear out the cobwebs. I took a step forward and threw another right cross at his chest, followed by another left hook to his ribs. It wouldn’t take much more to make him kiss the canvas. But, I wanted to punish him a bit longer. He back ...
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