I watched as they stood him in a barrel and poured in quick setting cement. He wriggled his toes as long as he could but soon there was no more movement.
Naturally he pleaded. “C’mon, Eddie, for old times’ sake, shoot me, make it quick.”
Eddie just laughed. “Nah, we do this for all the squealers. Omertà, buddy, is what you signed up to, and you broke the code.”
After they finished having fun with their knives and a blowtorch, I wrapped a heavy chain around his broken body and rolled it into the sea.
All in a day’s work.
For this week’s Friday Fictioneer 100 word challenge from Rochelle Wishoff-Fields. Find it here.