Stories from outside your window part 9

The room he was ushered in seemed pretty small from the inside.Two wooden libraries stacked with books and photo frames gave an almost claustrophobic feel to it. In front of him a man in his sixties, guarded by two solid, but not excessively large men, sitting behind what it seemed to be a brand-new desk, hence it was clear it was not a piece of the same furniture the libraries were part of.
He got seated in front of the elderly man, greated him and spoke.
-I was told you could help me...
The slick-clothed, jewelry-clad, bald-going man took his time responding, instead prefering to keep eye contact and measure the young man that had just entered his office.
-Well, it depends what kind of help you need...
His tone was calm, yet menacing. It wasn't easy for one to actually ask a favor face to face from him. The younger man could barely control his fingers from shaking and heart-beats. He could almost hear it pounding in his chest, going faster and faster.
-Michael's been telling me about your case and I'm saying yes. But be aware, this is no game, I'm not your friend and most important you can't back out once it's begun.
He paused for a bit.
-I'll give you 5000....
-5000? the young man almost yelled at him.Michael told me at least 8000.I ain't doing it for less than 8.
-Listen son, you've come to me for MY help, thus you're in no fucking position to negociate this shit. Actually, fuck it, maybe I'll put one of my men to whack you on the spot, how about that??!!
His calm tone dissapeared, he was in angry-mode now, sounding like a beast ready to tear the young man in two.
-Go home and have some rest, I'll talk to Michael today, settle everything with him and he'll get to you tomorrow. Now, fuck off!
The young man excused himself, got out of the room and went home. His heart beats were forming a very loud orchestra in his mind now.

He had two infant twins. His wife had died giving birth to them. Left with no help whatsoever, just depending on a small welfare, every day was a struggle. For food, diapers, medicine.He was 26 yo, but he could already count the grey hairs.
Once he arrived home, he prepared some milk for the kids and ''debated'' on the idea of selling one of his kidneys for money. He had no other choice.Either that to make ends meet and maybe move out of town or give his sons to an orphanage and him become a pusher or a bum. He couldn't get a job, didn't have any qualifications, besides the whole ''economy'' was run by the man he had seen earlyer in the office.The ''shark'' of the town. No connections meant no job meant no money meant no life. And he had planned a half-decent life for his kids, if for him was not available.
The second day Michael gave him all the info on how things will have to go down and assured him that everything will be fine and that the Boss keeps memory of people that work with him, and who knows maybe he'll be put on a job-list.
The day the operation was taking place turned out grey and rainy, just like his state of mind. The Boss had supposedly called his personal doctor to carry out the proceedings in the small and poor town hospital. He had agreed to pay his hospital bills after the surgery, whilst the Boss would handle the doctor's fee and anestethics.
The kidney-removal had begun.The supposed-to-be expert surgeon was just a young trainee, doing all he was capable of. Everything by the book. Nevertheless , the anestethics dosage had been too much for the patient to cope, thus his heart went into cardiac arrest. The doctor had removed both the kidneys and liver by the time the Boss had sent word not to spare the young man's life.
On the black market each organ would cost roughly 15 to 30 thousand, depending on demand. It was good business and it was growing bigger and bigger, the people were no problem to find.
The Boss' men sealed the organs, dated the containers and sent them away. The young man lying on the surgery table, butchered, cuts still open, got sent to the incinerator. They hadn't even payed him in advance.

His kids would be crying by now. He had locked the door.A week back he had thought things were going for the better, now it was clear that was not the case.
He had wanted to sell his kidney for his kids, but in fact he had sold the chance for his kids to have a decent life........