Utterly Mad

The six of them sat at the table eating their lunch and completely aware of the large number of men looking at them. Burns sighed as he sat there, wondering who would beat the shit out of them next. He figured it would be the boys from his own syndicate.
--four hours later--
Burns was using his phone call, talking with his mother. "Hey, so I know you heard about the trial and sentencing."
He heard the stern voice of his mother "Yes, and I don't want you calling"
"Look, I just wanted to tell you I got a bank account with enough money to take care of sis's medical bills for a few years. The account number is in that old leather book I had in my room."
His mother said "Thank you, I need to go now."
And with that she hung up. Burns turned and walked back to his friends. "So, who's the prison shop?"
"Guy by the name of Mikalov." Rico said, following Burns.
"Him? Well I'll be damned, the son of a bitch is still here." Burns said.
"Yeah, so we gonna buy from him, or are we going to lop another hand off?" Morris said.
---6 years ago---
Burns and Morris walked down the street, with civilians moving around them and just generally avoiding them. Burns bore the tattoos of a lieutenant, but was treated as the Chairman's long arm. Which is why he and Morris were heading to the shop just down the street with a seven inch long butchers knife.
Morris stepped through the door first and started for the back, with Burns in tow. As they stepped into the kitchen one of the workers screamed and ran away. The two of them reached the back and Morris kicked the door down.
The man they were after stood and backed up against a wall. "I did nothing!"
Burns spoke up "Yeah, you didn't pay your debt either. So whats your name?"
"Mikalov. Please, I only need a little more time!"
Burns motioned and Morris grabbed the man and slammed him down onto a table. "You always pay your debts to the Chairman, Mikalov, or you lose something."
And with that Burns brought the butchers knife up and then back down onto the man's wrist, lopping his left hand off. Mikalov screamed and the two walked to the door. "Next time pay your debts or it won't be a hand."
And with that the two walked out of the building.
--present--
The six of them had bought some rather basic protection in the forms of shivs. "Well, glad he remembered his debts. Would have hated to chop off his dick." Burns said as they walked towards their cells.