“Fat people are hard to kidnap. It’s much easier to shoot the bastards.”

Those were his last words. My father had been a great man, he taught me everything about the business, which I had since inherited.

I would hear those words once more in my life.

As I lay in a ditch with my kneecaps broken I heard Skinny Rick ask, “So uhh boss, should we uhh kidnap him for ransom or something?” Apparently I wasn’t my father’s only pupil.

And they left in a Cadillac.