[ CW ] Start with `` Everyone knew trying to run was futile , yet so far all of them tried anyway '' , end with `` I do n't make the rules , I just enforce them . ''

Everyone knew trying to run was futile, yet so far all of them tried anyway. It's almost like these blockheads do n't realise that a big enough debt will follow you anywhere, or to be more precise, a big enough debt for me to be hired will result in me tracking you down wherever you hide. Money is a funny thing, it's hard to acquire and easy to lose, but loans from the people I work for are easy to acquire and hard to lose. 
 
 See its surprising to me, people always seem to think that the stories they hear about the mob are n't true, or at least they convince themselves of that `` fact''. They seem to think that the mob does n't keep its books carefully and that if you wangle it just right you can take money from us and disappear... but nobody disappears from the mob. 
 
 I was 16 years old when I started working with the Mafia. With the right connections the job is easy and the pay is as good as the work is violent, but my circumstances were a little different. What I mean by that is when I was 16 three goons thought they would curbstomp me for a laugh and leave me bleeding with a messed up face on the corner. I was in hospital for a month, and I only got one visitor other than my parents, it was my uncle Vinn. Now Vinn is oldschool, the type of oldschool that'll slit your throat for disrespecting them and worry about the consequences later, but Vinn was also a good man, well connected if you catch my drift. If you do n't then you're an idiot, but he worked for the Mafia. 
 
 Now Vinn comes up to me, and slips a piece of paper onto my chest. This was in the second week, where I could finally get the energy up to move properly, so I take the paper to what he's written just as he's walking away. He turns back to me at the door and says, just loud enough for me to hear `` Do n't make the same mistake they did Fonz, always finish your jobs''. On the note? The addresses of three guys who thought it was a funny idea to whack me, and the code and location of a storage unit. 
 
 Two weeks later I was out of bed and looking for some payback. The storage unit was in a rundown and uneducated part of the city but that's another story. The only thing it contained was a handgun, a Glock, and another note. This one had just four words on it, `` THIS IS A TEST''. Looking back on things, I think I passed it pretty well. My uncle Vinn got me a job working with his side of business and I never looked back. 
 
 Right, back to today, to debts. 
 
 I always get a good laugh out of people crying and whining about mercy, or their families or whatever crap they think will make me stop as I break their legs or take something `` special'' as a souvenir. They never seem to realise that after you get the mob angry its not just about clearing the debt, it's about sending a message. I promise you, it's even funnier when they start grovelling and crying their thanks when you stop beating them for 5 minutes while they spit the location of a dead drop from their bleeding mouths or through their missing teeth, just because they think you're going to finally show some mercy. I swear, the look in their eyes when they see you load your gun and shove it in their face? It's priceless... and then they start shaking and crying and pleading again, and I just like to look at them for a little while, just stare back into their eyes and smile a little. Of course it always ends the same, I do n't really get a chance in the matter. They always think I hate them, or that I'm doing it for fun and while I do love my job and the ceaseless agony attached to it, it's really nothing personal. 
 
 When it comes to the mob? I do n't make the rules, I just enforce them. 

