We were on the hunt. A lot of the people I mentioned so far were around. Word was a man overstepped his boundaries with the petafylers bassists girlfriend. We were not positive who and were trying to figure it out. Our anger was up and all we knew for sure is it was not one of ours. There was blood in the water and the sharks were fucking starving. I talked to one guy that I thought was it, was about to let loose when I was told it was not him, the gutless peice of shit already left, he realized he was not safe and all of us knew different places that were good to hide a body. It may have seemed like a room of drunks, that just means more pain, might have to hit you twice as much to get the point across but that means twice the damage. It did not come to that lucky for him and possibly luckily for us because who knows what would have happened and at what point we would have stopped.
We had a scumbag code of ethics. Don’t over step to any women, don’t fight for no reason, and make sure that when a job needed to be done that the target was the right one.
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