Kristofer got his knee off the wheezing man's chest and turned to the side before looking at the boys he came with. They were not cut out for that kind of job because they were as pale as their t-shirts. Mario must have been training them so it meant they had not gone for any real jobs yet. One looked like he was about to throw up because they didn't expect to ride across town to that isolated pub where Victor loved to drink and enjoy female company only to drag the male out and beat him half to death in a dark alley.
"Take him to Mario's warehouse up in the Eastern Bank. I'll deal with him tomorrow. Make sure he is comfortable." Kristofer instructed as he looked down at his bleeding hand.
Once again, his rage had gotten the best of him. The side that he was stabbed throbbed and when h
