Fuck me; it’s been a long time since I had to go to work like that, normally reputation
alone would be enough to warn off the likes of that little tosser.
That’s the problem these days though, no respect, in fact there’s no nothing with this younger generation; no ideals, no knowledge and certainly no honour. If those pricks bothered to find out who matters in their world then they would know not to fuck around with me. All
they care about these days is getting by, surviving but not evolving, it’s the smack-
head generation mentality, they’ve no foresight, no notion of longevity, if they did have they’d know not to upset me.
I’ve seen it all before, they might score the odd little victory here and there but in the grand scheme of things that’s fuck all. What they should be doing is showing some respect and manners to the people who have already trodden the path that they want to follow. They need to watch and learn and then, if they are very lucky, they may stand a chance of making a lasting impression in this business.
I can’t believe that mug Burns had the audacity to lie to my face, holding court in front of his squad. He must have thought he was strong with all of his little mates there, well the prick thought wrong. The horrible piece of shit soon realised that his mates were just a pack of hyenas. They’re followers and they’ll only follow the man who has the means to make their life easier, they now know that man is me.
I’m surprised that Carter’s boy was in amongst them, he should know a bit better, his old man needs to let him know the score, that could’ve saved all of this unnecessary business from occurring. Maybe I should have a small word with Carter senior, these young bucks need to be told where the line lies.
In fact maybe it’s time to have a small word with a few more people, re-establish some rules, my Claire was right, I’ve been getting a bit soft lately, maybe letting things slide a touch.
Fucking Burns, I knew he was lying straight away, as soon as he handed over the gear and it was a few light. Johnston had already been on the blower to tell me exactly what he’d given him to deliver. He has respect; we may have had our differences in the past but Johnston knows his place in the scheme of things, he works for me now and he accepts that. The Burns family have always been scum, it’s no wonder he’s turned out like he has, saying that though he may have done me a favour here, this little episode has allowed me to jog a few memories, not least my own. I’ve not felt like this for a while and it feels fucking good I can tell you.
Once you know how to harness the fighting juice it never leaves you, some people it paralyses, others it enables, Burns found that out alright.
Now I need to have a sit down and start to plan my next move, fuck me this is like being an apprentice again, I’ve missed all this. First of all I need to ensure that news gets out that I still mean business and won’t be fucked about. The grapevine should already be in full swing, but I also need to censure the news from certain members of the establishment. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem with things happening after hours, the gaff was almost empty and I doubt that Burns’ mates would relish the prospect of being on the receiving end of the same treatment that he got, discretion being the better part of valour and that.
All of this reminds me of when I first started out in the business as a snotty nosed kid; they say your first job is the hardest. It either confirms you’re getting into the correct line of work and allows things to flow from that point, or it’ll break you, and you’ll end up clocking on at the factory for the rest of your life, just like all of the other normals.
That first job was the making of me; I was pitched in with a right rough old bunch, I admit I was a touch green, but I was also smart enough to learn from it. Once I’d absorbed all they could give me I decided to strike and that’s when the dynamics changed, that’s when I took over. I knew when I took the leader out that the rest would soon fall into my way of thinking, since then I’ve never looked back. The jobs got bigger and harder and so did I. A new set of muscles were acquired from the gym, it pays to look the part. The new biceps did most of the work initially, but after a while, with a few strategically dropped rumours or hints I found that I was able to lay the lads off, only bringing them back out to deal with the likes of Burns.
I suppose I should be leaving the crime scene now, if Burns has decided to grass then it won’t look too clever if the law turn up and see me holding the package. Once they start with all that forensic shit they’re bound to find his claret smeared all over my shoes, if they looked hard enough they might even get something on me for Welsh Davies from last year. I’ll clean up this mess around the table as well, I’m probably being paranoid but it’s better to be safe and all that. Right then, time to get home, this place is depressing me; hopefully we won’t have to deal with any late night knocks from the plod, that would only upset the missus. She likes me to keep things in order but kids herself that it’s done in a nice manner, she knows the score but they don’t enjoy the nuts and bolts of the trade do they?
What’s this? Fuck me, how long has that plod car been there? The little cunt, Burns must have turned grass…what the fuck’s the world coming to? Bollocks, I’ll just have to front it out, it’s my word against his, no-one will believe him over me. Here comes the plod wanker now. Hold on I know his face. That’s young Busby that is. Result. It was me who showed him the ropes, I’m surprised he’s gone over to the other side though. Fuck me, he was a right tearaway when he was starting out, tried it on with me a couple of times but they all learn in the end. Never mind this Burns shit, he could come in handy in the future.
“Hello Docherty, long time no see.”
“Alright Busby or is that P.C. Busby these days?”
“Sergeant actually, well I suppose you know why I’m here?”
“Lets get this straight Busby, you might be standing there with your nice shiny uniform on but I know you from old and you know me. These young lads need to be taught some respect, it never did you any harm. Let’s be frank, if it wasn’t for me you would’ve ended up in the gutter but now you’re in a nice cushy job. Let’s work together on this one.”
“Mr Docherty, don’t worry I’ll be very frank with you. You have no idea how good it feels for me to be standing here in front of you after all of those years living in fear of you, only now it’s me who’s wielding the power. Don’t you find it ironic that after all this time it’s me who’s coming back to haunt you, the one you beat so badly that even he doubted his own story? Anyway, I think this chat will be better back at the nick, when we’re in the cells and I’m mob-handed – cuff him Dave.’
‘Mr Docherty you are under arrest for the assault of one of your pupils, Peter Burns blah, blah, blah…Oh and we’ll be taking that half-empty packet of chalk sticks as evidence.’
(c) Darrell Irving 2008