This is prompt #65 from 1000 Character Writing Prompts: Villains, Heroes and Hams for Scripts, Stories and More. The prompts are long enough to make flash fiction difficult, but I hope anyone who decides to have a go will put a link in my comments so I can see the result.

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His parents were always worried about how he'd fit in. He was much bigger than his classmates throughout school and he had failed three grades along the way, leaving him behind the intelligence level of most of his peers. It wasn't until he got a gig as a goon for a crime syndicate that he found his true calling. They were scared that he'd get arrested and that they'd have to bail him out, but he seemed to really enjoy his job and more than anything else, he loved being valued. What are some of his best skills as an extremely strong goon for a less than reputable employer?

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Depend on Me

"Sonny? Where you going?"

He should have been more careful, but it might not have helped. Mama could hear a cockroach three floors up. No way Sonny's three hundred pounds of muscle got out the door without her noticing.

"I got a job," he said.

"For Morris Whitaker?" she asked, although she had to know the answer.

"Who else?"

"Well, I hope it's nothing illegal. You know we don't have what it takes to bail you out."

"Yes, Mama." Sonny knew. He also knew that Mr. Whitaker would take care of him. Mr. Whitaker appreciated loyalty. Hadn't he trusted Sonny with an important job tonight? As important as they came, disposing of a troublemaker. Sonny had the note the boss had sent, right in his pocket.

Sonny wasted no time. He took the subway to Mikey's pool hall and marched directly to the back, and when he found the wrong guy there like he had been told, he picked the scumbag up and twisted his neck till it popped.

"Sonny!"

Mikey stood in the door, and his eyes were as wide as store windows.

"Sonny," he continued, "what are you doing?"

"What I'm supposed to," Sonny said. "Taking care of the boss's problems."

He showed Mikey the note.

"Sonny, you idiot! Whitaker don't write nothing like that on paper!"

"But...."

"But that guy was a Federal agent, going through our books! They are gonna land on us like... like a landslide, and it's all your fault! The boss is gonna kill you!"

Sonny worked through it all in his mind as the sound of sirens drew closer, and somehow he knew that Mikey's final conclusion was not a figure of speech.