He adjusted the wire to sit comfortably on his chest. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he prepared to infiltrate the gang he’d been following for years. The Monster Kings of New York City who nobody knew and police were scared. They killed anyone who got in their way, their way of survival fighting wars that nobody knew. A war with the devil deep in their soul that never would leave and let people live. They lived to kill any shadow of hope, and so he was ready to take on the task. To kill the King and scatter the rest. It was his job to take down the one who knew too much of the woman he loved.

And as he waited, the wire stayed still, watching and praying the King would pass by. King James Arthur all dressed in black with a guard on each side as they sat in the car, scanning the streets for his love Dianne. Dianne who conceived and lost at the end, feeble and soft from the world of shattered dreams. Frank loved Dianne more than she knew, and the king had nothing but lust of her softness, her soul so vulnerable she never looked up but caved to the pain she couldn’t let go. He wanted to have in more ways than one, and it made Frank sick to think that he could.

Tempting to have her, the men stepped out of the back of the Lincoln, legs and all as they walked down the street as if they owned all of New York and just made Frank want to kill the bastard for nothing but pain to see him bleed, the smirk look on his face making him grit his teeth and mumble in silence “You’ll never see daylight you son of a bitch” and then stood up and yell “Hey asshole” he yelled, as he stood there and waited for hell to break loose. It was time to kill and protect Dianne from a world of dark she knew nothing about.

The three men heard him and jerked their heads to see Frank smiling with the wire he had and no idea why, but they were all ready as they began walking a steady fast pace across the street where he was hiding. And Frank couldn’t wait for the biggest surprise.

“Is there a problem, asshole?” he said as the two other men stood on each side of Frank, ready to take him and break his small neck.

“Yeah, her name is Dianne and you’re about to die” he finished, then took the wire and within three seconds had the Kings neck, choking and gasping for air to breathe as five other men came to join him and took down the guards like a tiger let loose out in the wild.

The war grew loud with kicking and yelling like dogs in the street, adrenaline pumping as bodies went flying or fall to death until all that was left was blood on the street and people yelling for the war to stop as others recorded and called the police.

And the last man standing was Frank Ezra Jones, the father of the one who never saw life as police slowly came and Frank was gone, gone like the wind without even a trace accept the wire around the King’s broken neck.

Frank walked away where no one could see, cried his last tears and pulled out his gun. The sun was setting and the city lights twinkled as he then took a breath and leaned back in the ally against the brick wall of an old pizza shop, put the gun to his temple, and said “I love you Frank Jr” and fell over dead.