"So then I tell Lance, I say 'Eh, Lance, who the fuck you kiddin'? I know you'd fuckin' hit it. I mean look at the way her swear drips off her chin and down her chest!'. Then Lance says to me "Ya, I would hit it. With a fuckin' bat. Hell, maybe even a fuckin' truck! But I ain't ever layin' down with that thing!'" Darwin says to the people gathered around and then bursts into laughter. He nearly spilled a bit of his whiskey on the carpet underneath him, but managed to keep it all in his glass (aside from the half bottle that was already in him). "Anyway, I'll end this story there. The end gets a little messy, when the broads older brother shows up and tries to play hero. Lance ended up with a piece of the mans face in his mouth and I woke up with a sock covered in blood with a pool ball in it..." Darwin says and laughs again, this time more of a chuckle to himself.

He had been hanging around on the terrace of a popular Las Vegas lounge with some friends and associates. There were men and women from different criminal organizations from across the map present, all enjoying a good laugh and some company.

Darwin usually tried to keep quiet and to himself at these types of parties. He normally showed up at these type of events with a couple of bombshell escorts and a few quarters of the finest coke on the market in his coat pocket, but this time was different. He wanted to be more social, and show the men and women from the other cities that Las Vegas was a hospitable and friendly city. 

He put a lot of time and effort into making sure that the restaurant they were all enjoying dinner and some drinks at was well guarded and protected. He greased the palms of several high ranked members of the Las Vegas Police Department, and had told his men to spread out through out the place to make sure they weren't bothered at all.

"I'm surprised to hear that you are a violent man, Mr. Ross. I always heard that you were the perfect mix of a politician and a comedian."

Darwin wasn't sure who spoke up that time. He was feeling the whiskey run through him and was fighting to keep the thought of cocaine out of his mind.

"Violent? Hell, I'll smash a lads face in as his family watches, then tie them all up and make'em watch me eat the family dog. Violence is my release. Some people go for a jog when they are angry. Others try to drown their sorrow in liquor. Me? I tend to take a meat cleaver and chop my problems up into small cubes, then mix them into a stew and send a bowl off to my neighbor. That old prick Franklin thinks I don't see him letting his dog shit on my lawn. It's alright though, 'cause he doesn't even realize that he's eaten bits and pieces of at least three of Tyler Durden's boys already.

"I mean we all have our issues, right? To get into this line of work you must have some sort of lack of remorse. Almost every dollar we make is a dollar we take away from someone else with out their permission. Or they give it to us willingly, but it's in exchange for a sac of dope that fucks their lives in the long run. Some times, that money is given to take a life all together...

But yes, I am a violent man. I do also consider myself a pretty funny fella, and as for being a politician, I'd vote for myself any fuckin' day. But my love for violence is what earned me my bones with the late Godfather AK. The path I have taken that lead me to the position I am in now in this thing of ours began with me being an enforcer for the late Godfather of Paradise. I practically built the protection racket we run in Vegas here myself. Fuckin' chopping up butchers and burnin' down restaurants.

I remember one of my favorite jobs back then. AK, only a Don back then, sent me and Kid Ink over to some local flower shop that was ran by some guy and his wife and kid. We waited outside until the wife and young one left the shop, then walked in to have a chat with the lad. I can't quite remember his name, but Lorenzo seems to ring a bell.

Anyway, Lorenzo recognized me right away. I guess some of his small business owning friends had given him a heads up about what we had been doing, because the second I walked in he ran at us with a set of garden sheers the second we stepped in. 

Kid Ink was a pretty tough dude himself, but he shied away from violence when he could. He was much better at intimidating people with his words, and seemed to get off on wrecking people's shops. That being said, I was shocked when he quickly snatched up a large, soil filled flower pot and smashed Lorenzo in the face with it. The pot burst into pieces, Lorenzo's face burst with blood, and I burst out in laughter.

We picked the lad off the floor and threw him up against the wall. The fucker was brave though, because he was still screaming and fighting back. We gave him a few shots to the face and stomach, then drug him behind the counter and into the back of the shop. He put up a good struggle, knocking over some pots and shit while trying to fight us off, but we eventually got him tied down in a chair. I stepped back and let Kid have his go. I listened for a few minutes to Kid try and put the fear of God into the lad, but still Lorenzo wouldn't listen. And then I heard him say to Kid Ink 'I don't give a fuck what your precious little Don AK wants. Fuck him and his whore mother.'

Something in me just snapped. I grabbed a broken shard of glass off of the floor and began to stab repeatedly at his throat. I stabbed away until my arm was too tired to raise from my side any longer, and then pushed on a few more times through that. I looked at his throat when I was done with it all and couldn't help but laugh when I saw that the several little stab wounds I left in his neck left a fist sized hole. I got Kid Ink to take care of the lads body while I cleaned up most of the mess. Just before leaving I made sure to smear blood all over the wall behind the counter and wrote '1000$ a week' in the blood. I made sure to carve off a piece of his face and stick it to the wall beside it too."

Darwin took a sip of his whiskey as he stared up into the sky. He sighed, missing the old days where he would be sent on all of these missions for Godfather AK. Times had changed though, and he was now in a position where it was smarter for him to send his own men to do that dirty work. 'Maybe I'll organize something and go out and have some fun one day soon...' he thought to himself.

"What about you?" He asked. "You got that ice cold look in your eyes. I can tell you've had to dig a hole or two in your day. You got a story you wanna share?"