If you can say one thing for the leadership in Manhattan, at least you can say they were consistent. Less than 24 hours after DonnieTheLionheart decided to needlessly get himself killed, DonaldTrump thought it would be wise to get his crew butchered in the same vein.

Larry shrugged.

I'm sure some of you are going to blame Disorder, me or Las Vegas as a whole, but this one was actually a bit of a surprise to us and not something we really expected.  I was actually minding my own business, trying to get another front established in Corktown, when one of my young scamps came to find me, carrying news that one of the officers I had on the take had been gunned down. This was particularly annoying because my man had been securing a particularly lucrative narcotics route and the increased law enforcement attention his death would now bring wasn't welcome.

I promptly dispatched my men to discover the identity of the culprit and before too long, one of them returned carrying word that a New York lad was the trigger man. He was seemingly inexperienced and had mistaken my agent as a legit cop, deciding to fill him full of holes rather than talk his way clear. 

Hot on the heels of this news, word came from a New York captain, DonnieTheLionheart that the shooter, JimmyKray, had been doing work for one of his crews in Manhattan and was now taking a prolonged dip in the Hudson. Accompanying this information was compensation for approximately half of what the narcotics route cost to establish in the first place and nothing as to what the Longneck Gang would have earned from it.

This was distressing to me for a number of reasons. Firstly, if the youngster had made a legitimate mistake, then there was no need to have him wacked. I'm a reasonable guy and had I been suitably compensated for the expenditure I had outlaid and something towards what had potentially been lost, I would happily have seen Jimmy learn from his mistake with a fine, rather than a bullet. And secondly, why was Donnie clipping guys and not making the debt square, which was probably more important.

I sent word back that I expected the debt to be covered and was dismayed when my man returned with a letter of condolence rather than my money. I sighed and decided to make it explicitly clear to DonnieTheLionheart how this situation would be resolved.

From: LarryLongNeck
Sent: Aug 09
Subject:

I see.

I would expect you to cover the cost of the whole CA, not just half of it. 

Whilst I was drafting my missive, I received yet more correspondence; maybe I should open a post office in Corktown. I frowned as I read it, not quite understanding why I was reading what I was:

To: DonnieTheLionHeart
From: JimmyKray2
Sent: Aug 09
Subject:
No problem
To: JimmyKray2

From: DonnieTheLionHeart
Sent: Aug 09, 
Subject:
Thanks.

To: DonnieTheLionHeart
From: JimmyKray2
Sent: Aug 09, 
Subject:
Ey, fuck u u weren't a good boss anyway

To: JimmyKray2
From: DonnieTheLionHeart
Sent: Aug 09,
Subject:
Well you let me down. Now got that dude on my ass.

To: DonnieTheLionHeart
From: JimmyKray2
Sent: Aug 09, '17 20:18
Subject:

Because I'm a noob [he said more but it isn't relevant] 
To: JimmyKray2
From: DonnieTheLionHeart
Sent: Aug 09, '17 20:17
Subject:
Why did you shoot a guys worker? :/

Did this guy just imply that I was "that dude on [his] ass"? I frowned and sent my message back to him. 

And then, I waited.

And I waited.

And after the best part of an hour had passed, I lost patience. The whole thing was poorly handled and I was seemingly not just being getting left to get on with it, I was also being ignored. This wouldn't do. Couldn't do. So I acted and the rest is quite self-explanatory; the Bigly Boys ceased to ply their trade in Manhattan any longer.

I abandoned my attempt to establish a front for the time being and went to bed, disappointed by the unsavory close to the day. I awoke to further correspondence from New York, this time from DonaldTrump, a man I'd had limited dealings with. He told me he was available to discuss what had happened with Donnie when I was ready. I sent word back to DonaldTrump, asking how I could assist him.

In keeping with the Manhattan theme, this mail went unanswered. Instead, I received a phone call from friends of ours in the Strip, that DonaldTrump had put his button men on notice that he wouldn't be "bullied" by Las Vegas and he had made an attempt on the Godfather's life. Again, the next part is self-explanatory; DonaldTrump's operation was flattened. 

Knowing he had caused the death of his entire outfit and in a last ditch attempt to cause harm, DonaldTrump gunned down my close associate @kong, before he himself was slain. He was left in the gutter where he fell.

Now friends, with the story told, situations like this are why it is hard for us. We allow people the opportunity to lead, to have a city or a district for themselves and they throw it back in our faces; worse, they get a lot of people who trusted them killed in the process too. This upsets me, because they deserve better than to lose their lives because their Don launches a suicide mission to avenge his moronic captain who had it coming.

So, I'm sorry it came to this as this was totally avoidable. Hopefully people will learn from the mistakes made by those in Manhattan and be better leaders to their crews in the future.

Oh, and congratulations to @DanGleeballs. He got pinched and did his sentence like a man. What a guy. 

You're a melon.

I know we don't know each other, but I agree Larry Long Neck, I hope I didn't get your name wrong,

but I totally agree 

I'm pretty sure my ancestors would be absolutely fine with me pointing out idiotic leadership decisions in the hope that others learn from them.

Plus, despite being a melon, apparently, what I said is exactly what happened. 

Seems regardless of an explanation being provided or not there is still backslash. 

I'm grateful that our business isn't running the government, schools or hospitals. All this death and alleged deception would be seriously frowned upon. 

It's been a bullshit tornado..why? Because you and your friends aren't on top making the rules? Because Disorder and Co. have killed you and your friends? Perhaps you and your friends were once CL's and died for some reason or another?

I really cannot fathom what the problem is. Earn for your family, build for your family, follow the rules, and *gasp* you live. What a concept eh? Those that were shot purely for training well failed to do one thing...approach the men with the power to kill them, and assure them 100% that you were not a threat. Or, perhaps you were shot just because. Shit happens.

So tired of hearing 'it isn't fair' or they did this or they did that. There are no fucking morals in the mafia world. If I want you dead, and I think I can kill you, and I know there won't be blow back..you're dead. Simple really. If I felt my own mother was a threat to me, I'd shoot her. Simple.

Larry didn't owe any of us any sort of explanation. He could have just come out here and said Donnie and Trump died because he was bored. He may well could have been. That's his prerogative.

I'm going to get a bit big for my britches here, just to prove something: I'm a nobody, not a part of any table, have a handful of people I call friends, BUT, I associate with all sorts, I make it a habit to talk to everyone who will speak to me. Why? Because when the day comes that I ever get my own family, or perhaps my son, or his son...I guaranfuckingtee I'll live, my family will live, longer than those we've seen recently. Why? Well, for one, I respect the fact that there are men and women who can take my life with the snap of a finger. I respect that I may have to bow my head and do things I may not like. I respect the life that we call the mafia. There are things you can do, and things you cannot.

So, here's the 'too big for my britches' part: If you ever see my name, or my line's name, in a bold suit, under this regime, I guarantee 100% that should I die, it WILL NOT be by the hands of Vegas, or even Chicago for that matter. I am not 'friends' with them, though I associate with a few. I am not trusted by them, I will earn that trust. I may not even be liked by them, who cares? One does not have to like someone to respect them, or be respected.

So please, stop with the whining and the bitching. My blood has died over and over under this regime, because that's how things happen in this world. People die. Perhaps some of you should bury your ego, pad your bloody vaginas, take your heads out of your asses, and realize anyone in this thing of ours has a chance to do something big. The path some of you are on, is not the way to get that chance.

Your reply, although expected, doesn't disappoint or disprove anything that I said about you.

I guess I should thank you, people like you give others a reason to feel good about themselves.

See? even with all the clear explanation people still bitching, if I were Mr.Larry I really wont bother to give any reason, I even would pissed the people with "Because I can, Because I like to kill, Because I think you dont deserve to live" cause the result is the same, ironically the virus of butthurt disease spreading very quick lately"

Tobias shakes her head and walks away.