By Baker Street
The Kingpin sat behind his large oak desk and contemplated his career. A life in organized crime had taken him right to the top. Now he controlled all of the major crime syndicates in the city and his organization of mobsters were making him a very rich and powerful man indeed. Apart from the incredible personal wealth that he had accumulated with his criminal rackets, he also had political pull and business connections that always came in handy in his line of work. It kept him out of jail and allowed him to continue unhindered in his life of crime.
However, as of late a certain young photo journalist working for the local paper was making life difficult for him and his crew. Lord only knows how he got hold of all these photos and evidence exposing all my criminal activities and my whole organization, he thought to himself. A plan would definitely have to be made with this young man; Parker. He was becoming a threat not only to the mob but to the Kingpin himself. If he did not watch his step and shut the young man’s mouth, he might very well end up behind bars after all.
He rubbed his bald bowling-ball head in contemplation as he pondered how he would get rid of the young man. He was a stout and powerfully built man even at the age of fifty. His leadership in the mob was undisputed and he intended on keeping it that way. This Parker would have to go. He might very well be sleeping with the fishes soon. The Kingpin smiled a grim smile in anticipation of silencing this informer. No-one messed with the Kingpin and got away with it; no-one.
He sent a memo down to one of his henchmen to make a plan with the squealer, and then sat back in his large chair and relaxed. The matter would be dealt with shortly he knew and there was no need to worry. He was the criminal leader and mastermind that he had always been. Nothing would change that and certainly not this young man’s crime-fighting attempt. Once the Kingpin always the Kingpin. He was the lord of all he surveyed and he ruled his domain with an iron fist.
This young man would just have to learn the hard way like the rest of them; you never messed with the Boss.