"How great are the dangers I face to earn a good name in Athens?" - Alexander, assuming command of the Athenian treasury
 

Lazily shooting the 8 ball into the pocket he said, "Alright Joseph that's game. You owe me a crate of rum."
As the lad walked away, Husky took a sip of his Fort Wayne and smiled having successfully hustled another poor victim. 

He thought about everything that had happened lately.Business was booming. Husky's network of smuggled Irish and Canadian whiskey was bringing in more money than he could have imagined. But it wasn't just the money, the recognition is what he had craved, and recognition is what he was now receiving. As he walked through the streets, local mobsters, who would never have given him a second look, now tipped their hats to him. His speakeasy The Rebel's Retreat was packed with mafiosos from around the country. Gangsters who visited Detroit on business knew this was the place to be.

But Husky was never complacent. He could not sit idly on his accolades. Inspiring a few of his crew members he helped them setup businesses of their own. Blunt_Force_Tony 's gun store and Mick 's cleanup service were the latest addition to the businesses under his jurisdiction. Husky recognized their importance. He knew these businesses were key if their crew wanted to establish an unyielding presence in Detroit. Once that was done they could start expanding their sphere of influence to Chicago and LA. 

His thoughts were interrupted when one of the boys told him his presence was requested in The War Room. Husky nodded, placed his glass on the counter and walked in. All members of the inner-circle , including the Don and his hands, stood there smiling at him. In front of him he saw a revolver on the table glistening like the moon. To its left side lay a picture of St. George held in place by a small but sharp knife, to its right lay a simple lighter. He knew then why he had been summoned. He was a simple thief, a smuggler, someone who knew how to cook the books, someone who knew how to bribe and buy his way into the pockets of white collar influentials in the public sphere. He did not think this would ever happen. 

The Don turned to look at the people assembled and said "We all know this man, we all know what he has done for this family. Are there any here who would vouch for him?" Two men stepped forward and The Don nodded. Husky saw Mephisto walk up to him and pick up the knife. Pricking Husky's finger to draw blood, he said, "This drop of blood symbolizes your rebirth into our family, we are one until death. You live by the gun and the knife and you die by the gun and the knife. " and let the blood stain the revolver. 

Husky gulped nervously and picked up the picture of St. George. Lighting it on fire he spoke with a grim determination, "As burns this saint, so will burn my soul. I enter alive and I will have to get out dead." . The Don walked up to him as the picture lay burning on the table. Smiling he kissed Husky's cheeks one after the other and said. "Welcome to the family son."

A lot of people came up to him after that to pat his back and offer their congratulations. He nodded absentmindedly. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened. He was still in shock. Someone offered him a glass of whiskey, and he took a large sip. He abhorred Irish whiskey, thought it was good for nothing. He chuckled at the irony as he realized it was the Irish whiskey and his disdain for it that had snapped him back to reality. "Perhaps this swill is good for something after all." he thought to himself as he kept the glass aside and walked out only to be greeted by a cheer from the rest of the crew now waiting in the main bar. With a simple tip of the hat he walked to the bar and found his Fort Wayne waiting for him. 

Sighing to himself he sat down and raised his glass. Smiling to himself he took a large sip knowing it would only get tougher from here.

She eyed the man and then wandered over to him, "You know, calling yourself a thief after the grief you gave me over five thousand is a bit much." she told him. 

"A thief who gets caught , is a thief who deserves a formal reprimand." Husky said raising his glass with a smile in acknowledgement to his previous conversation with her.

Osiris saw HuskyRadhe in the streets and heard about his recent promotion. He brought over a celebratory cigar and handed it to Husky

"Congrats on the promotion! I wish you well!"

Osiris entered his vehicle, and before driving off a bodyguard brought a crate of alcohol out of the trunk and sat it in front of Husky. He then laid a bag of marijuana on top it. "Gift from the boss", the man stated before joining Osiris and driving away

With a smile, Addyson raised her glass to Husky. "My dear Husky, you sure did earn it. With your business prospects, you've done us proud. Enjoy the celebrations." She told him before taking a sip of her drink.

He had been doing his rounds when he received the call that another was to be given the prestigious honor of joining the inner circle. HuskyRadhe had been working tirelessly to help build The Rebel Alliance's business empire, earning himself the role as Head of the project. Mephisto had seen him be there for the family and dedicate 100% effort whenever something needed to be done. He had watched Husky grow into a well respected member of the family and show that hard work did infact reap its own benefits.

"Husky, I have seen this coming for a long time. Everything we have asked of you, it has been done. Whatever advice I have given, you listened and soaked it all in, showing an eagerness to do as much as you can, often way beyond expectations."

"Remember the words from our conversations and you will continue to do well. Congratulations friend."

Joseph have been left The Rebels Retreat long before HuskyRadhe was summoned by the Don.He was still angry about his defeat and couldn't stop to squeeze his teeth together .He took a long walk with thinking about his future in the family just like he met Husky before.When he arrived the The Rebel Alliances HQ , remembered his debt to Husky.''What a man !'' he said out loud .And started to speak in his mind 'Drinking the same shit all day but doesn't get bored of it and asks for the same booze for his debt.''.''I should let him try something else for this time like i promised.''He walk upstairs to his room in the HQ and opened the door.His room was all tidied up not a single stain or mess on the floor.Joseph smiled and thought ''I think that damn horoscope shit is real deal.It says im a virgo and cant stand mess.It should a little bit real.'' Than he reached to his locker and opened it and took his one bottle homecountry's best booze Turkish Raki from it.''I got only 3 bottles of it i can't waste it .It is so precious.'' he said.And got on the road back to The Rebel's retreat to pay his debt.When he entered the establishment there was a lot of voice of cheering for Husky.''Go on Husky.You are the best Husky.Since you are a Made Man now you owe me a drink Husky''.People were talking.Joseph couldn't able to say who is saying what it was  just noise.Joseph walked towards Husky and lend him the bottle.''I said you owe me a crate of rum Joseph'' Husky said.Joseph got angry a little bit about that reply to his jesture because he was proposing him one of his precious goods.''You are drinking that same old shit Canadian Irish whatever all day Husky.This is the booze what i mentioned before when you were trying my hookah and this is worth much more than a crate of rum i thought you will be apreciate it'' Joseph said.''Sorry pal.'' Husky said than put his one hand on Joseph's shoulder.''I'm a little bit drunk due to that promotion please forgive me '' Husky said.''It's no problem pal.Since you are a Made Man now i will let this one pass and congratulations about your promotion please wait me before drinking it i am going to show you how to drink it .I need to take a quick piss.'' said Joseph and started to walk slowly to Man's room.While he was taking the piss he felt a little envy about that promotion but understood the realized of Husky to the family then he got out and sit near to Husky to have a chat about how to not fuck up while drinking the precious Turkish Raki.

Mick had only just walked into the Retreat when he heard the clanging of glasses and the laughter and cheers. Curious, he peeked his head in before stepping through the curtain and watching everyone embracing Husky. He grabbed the nearest person and turned them toward him. "Aye, what's all the commotion about?" He listened as the man told him that Husky had just been made, and blinked for a minute as he took it in. Truly, it was no surprise of course. Husky had been working tirelessly to improve not only his own standing within the family, but to put the family in a bigger spot on the map. The Rebel's Retreat was quickly working it's way toward becoming one of the hottest places in Detroit, and his assistance in helping Mick put his own business into action was invaluable. It was only a matter of time until they saw his value and promoted him. One day, Mick would get there as well. 

Walking over to the bar, he reached behind the counter and pulled out a bottle of scotch, before hopping up on the counter top and raising the glass overhead. "Oi, oi stop talking now ye fucks. Listen up! I would like to make a toast to that man right there! I am not some old friend, in fact I am a relative newcomer to these waters. Saying that however, I can say that Husky has made my stay here more than hospitable. He welcomed me in with open arms, helped to guide me and open up my business. For that I am forever grateful. I wish nothing more than the best for this man, and for him to ride this world as far as he can take it. May the winds of fortune sail you, may you sail a gentle sea, and may it always be the other guy who says, "this drink's on me." This drink is not on me by the way. Cheers!" With that, Mick jumped down and took the bottle with him over to Husky and gave him a firm pat on the back.

A note arrived a short while after news of Husky's promotion spread through the streets.  

"I suppose this means you'll up your rates.  I'd say congratulations, but I don't want to look like a brown nose.  Just the same, I'm saving you another dance the next time you're in town.  Purely celebratory, I assure you, don't let it go to your head.  L.F."

It should be known.... LuckyLucy is a thief as well....... for she has stolen.... my heart............