A Cigarette For Mr Morris

Derrick
The stars canopied Mr. Luis Morris as he exited the court room, dressed to impress in a pinstriped suit
He himself, was a mob boss responsible for the deaths of over two hundred people
He was like a hit man without dirty hands or a killer without a knife
And as he exited he paid the judge off the money he owed and decided it was a good day to walk.
In his shoe, he had a switchblade and inside of his blazer, he had a nine millimeter pistol, but today he wouldn't need them, he was on top of the world yet again.
He called up his right hand man Bates, Mr. Alex Bates and told him the good news
"That's good sir, but you're a notorious mob boss, you cant be about walking the streets" He said, but Mr. Luis Morris insisted, it was fine
Several Silver cards lined with a burgundy street circled the area, collecting pay and hurting people, Morris' Mafia, so he figured he'd be fine.
As he walked through the dark alleyways of New York, he began to realize people were lined up on fire escapes, sitting, watching him, this made him paranoid
Hesitant, he lit a cigarette.
Then he saw a boy, he looked like a newspaper boy from the 20's sitting there. He couldnt take it, he pulled the pistol and aimed "Come on! What are you looking at kid?!"
His finger was on the trigger, he'd kill a child.
Instead the boy got up and left and as Mr. Luis Morris went to turn back to the route he was walking, a punch connected to his face
Someone picked the cigarette out of his mouth, someone with a fedora and Morris aimed his gun
Unfortunately it was kicked out of his hands
But on the floor looking in an upwards direction, he saw one of his cars pull up and he began to feel wet
He couldn't piss himself, there was no way
Then he looked at the man running at him. It was his godsend, his right hand man, Mr. Bates
But he did not shoot the Morris' assailant, instead he crouched down and grabbed the cigarette from the man in the fedora
"Here's to you, Mr. Morris, one last ciggerete.
That is when he got up and walked away, throwing it behind him, the man in the fedora had fled
And thats when Mr. Luis Alexander Morris realized the moistness on his clothes indeed was not piss, it was gasoline.
He screamed as the traitor and his ally walked away and as the people viewed the small fire from thier fire escapes, they sickly felt justice was somewhat served