Tommy Horlick

“You ain’t nothing but some fucking crooks!” Bellows a fairly large man on the floor holding back a sea of blood coming from his forehead. This man is David Steele, a low life criminal who runs the Stone Area street. He doesn’t do a very good job though.

“Ah Steele. You really are a low life piece of shit that can’t fight his own battles” reply’s a 6ft man in his mid 20s wearing a 3 piece suit lacking the jacket and a blood stained white shirt with a smirk slapped on his busted lip. “You went after Mary and that’s summet me and my brothers can’t allow...”

Now this is Tommy Horlick the middle child and probably the last one you’d want to see of the three. He always has a really knack for getting into fights due to his short fuse...

“I am going to enjoy this...” he says as he approaches the man on the ground with a smirk on his face as he reaches into his back pockets to pull out two golden covered knuckle dusters which he places on each hand.

“Wait... Please Tommy you know I didn’t mean anything by it...” begs the man as Tommy approaches him.