When reading this story there are a few things you should take into consideration, it's the first page not the first chapter!. While there are bound to be some errors with spelling, punctuation and grammar, some of the mistakes are slang and written on purpose to add to the character!. The first half is more edited than the second half; the second half is really made up of possible ideas!. Please, by all means, could anyone either comment or support, to help make it better!. You can you only rate the story if you are interested in movies such as Snatch, In Bruges, Rock n Rolla, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and movies like that!. This is because I understand that they're not everyone's cup of tea, but it is the type of short story I want this to be!.
Prologue
My family has had it tough over the years!. Many a gun fight between Catholics and Protestants has illuminated the streets of our neighbourhood, waking us in the dead of night!. I, my sister and mother, were huddled in the corner of my parents' room, my father was crouching at the door with his shotgun!. Don't get me wrong this isn't a sob story! In fact, by the end, you might say it's quite the opposite!. I'm just saying it wasn't a nice place to grow up in, why do you think we drink so much!?
My name is!.!.!.!. Well, you can call me Lucky, everyone else does!. My real name was hard enough for me to learn to pronounce let alone teach anyone else!. Truth be told, I was seven before I could pronounce it!. Anyway, this story starts when I was seventeen!. I was growing into quite the charming young lad if I do say so myself, blue eyes, brown hair, and more Irish luck than a Leprechaun at the end of a rainbow, hence the nickname!. There's a funny thing about Irish luck though, it's either one extreme or the other, and it can change in the blink of an eye!. After catching me trying to pinch a car for the third time, my father, and the much decorated police chief of our small community near Belfast had had enough and gave me a choice, enlist in the military or do a stretch in the can!. Having long suffered a rather relentless fear of small spaces and big hairy men with names like Jake the Mud Cake Maker or Bone Crusher Bob, I chose the military!. However after two months I was kicked out for assaulting an officer who had persisted to single me out since the moment I stepped off the bus by beating me with a piece of polyurethane pipe in front of all the boys every chance he got!. He had it coming! He was having a laugh if he thought I was just gonna take it!. Lot of ******* good it did me, they promoted him for showing bravery in the face of insubordination and sentenced me to five years in a place worse than hell, military prison!. The irony of this situation amuses me now, I assure you at the time, it didn't! In retrospect, getting beaten with a pipe every day doesn't seem half bad!. Nevertheless, I can't go back now!. While I was in jail I met a man by the name of Jimmy, I don't know his surname and I never cared to ask!. He was sentenced to life twice for using his military connections to smuggle drugs into Ireland from England and he was the kind of guy you don't wanna tangle with!. When he was sentenced, his wife and step-son took over the business using accounts and contacts found in his study and they cut all ties with him, leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back and the bible in his cell!. When he heard that my sentence was substantially shorter than the other inmates he offered me a deal!. The day I get released I am to set in motion a plot to exact his revenge by taking out his wife and step-son and exposing their operation!. If I'm successful he promised me 100,000 pounds in the pocket!. It's a formidable offer, one that I have to consider!. I have until my parole date to decide!. That day is today!.
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