The Finisher Series: Chronicles

Later in my life before my mom passed away, she told me she was proud of me. Growing up in old Pelly Texas, she was a hellion and spent three years in Huntsville State Prison for heroin possession. I came along when she was 35 years old and never knew who my real daddy was. She later admitted the only reason she didn't abort me was she got money from the government.

I think I was 13 when I came home from school and mom was lying in the kitchen and had been dead since about 9 that morning. She basically drank herself into the grave and for that reason, I do not normally touch alcohol. I was a bright kid and avoided being turned over to the state by creating a fictitious aunt who became my guardian. It was actually one of my mom's prostitute friends who would appear when I needed her to satisfy CPS and in exchange, I would run errands for her.

It took me a while to figure out she was running gambling money to the local bookie and if worse came to worse, she would take the fall for him. It never happened though and I picked up little jobs for a couple of local thugs and was able to pay the bills and taxes and pretty much ran my own house like an adult. She had plenty of women friends who gladly taught me the joys of the female body.

By the time I was 15, I had three working girls in my stable and the youngest was 22. The reason for this was I could fight and my ability to take on all comers was noted by an Asian man that lived on the corner. At his request, I came to visit him and this lone visitation made a turning point in my life that eventually straightened me out and brought me to become the man I am today...

A man with a license to kill.

Dettagli