my last few minutes

what happens when you betray a friend.

The rain was heavy that night, as I scampered out into it trying to save my life. Marcos, the mob boss, had just found out it was me that not only set him up, sending two or three of his guys to jail for a very long time, and a few others would end up in holes outside the city never to be heard from again, but also that I stole rather large sums of money from him over time.
His guys grabbed me coming out of a restaurant three days before, and brought me to one of the hidden places he used. Once I was there I was tied down to a chair, and the hood was then removed from my head.
“Hello, Tony,” Marcos said in a deep rich tone.
My eyes were not accustoming to the light I was in so I couldn’t see much, but I knew his voice. I actually knew that voice all too well, I had heard it many times in the past when Marcos was pissed off at someone for being stupid.
“Marcos?” I answered trying to play dumb as if I didn’t know what was happening or why I was hear.
Suddenly a fist struck my jaw from the darkness, my head recoiled as pain ripped through my jaw and it didn’t stop till it reached my spine. That one was quickly followed by another and another after that.
“Stop!” a voice cried out; again I recognized it as being Marcos’.
I felt blood trickling down from the corner of my mouth, etching its way through my skin as it moved.
“Marcos,” I managed to get out,” I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry?” Marcos said in a mocking tone of voice, “I’ m sorry! After all I’ve done for you! this is how you repay me?”
“I had no…” I said as another fist impacted my chin, shattering it on impact.
“Don’t tell me you had no choice,” He said as the anger with in him was released,” You always have a choice. You just made the wrong one.”
His goons then grabbed the chair I was in and threw it out into the street outside the back door. After crashing to the ground the chair shattered freeing me from the bonds I was I held by. I struggled on the ground for a few seconds, even while I knew the end was near.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the man that had once been a friend to me, and saw nothing but the end of a barrel from his hand gun.
I heard s loud bang, and then nothing. It was over. I was now gone. Still have to ask myself, was it really worth it?