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Sipping his Whiskey, Neville thought over his idea. He'd been living in this grotty flat for a little over a month. Watching his mark's every move. Soon, he would make his move. His target was somewhat of a playboy, living it large, sleeping with whores and snorting anything he could get his hands on. His father, Vito Genovese, casino owner and mobster ran the local casino. His uncle, Jimmy 'two toes' Torino, was a bent bank manager. Neville, was onto a big earner. This would get him recognised with the boss, it was risky. But it was thoroughly worth the risk. He finished his whiskey before drawing his curtains and laying down on the sofa. He would move at 6 am.
As the alarm hit 5.45am it erupted with sound, Neville sat bolt upright, today was the day. He checked the clip in his Colt 1911. He then tucked a Derringer 38, loaded with dum-dums into his sock. Hopefully, they wouldn't be needed, but in Neville's line of work, you never knew. He pulled on his jacket before stepping out of the door for the last time. As he entered the fresh morning air he noticed his mark climbing into his car and pulling away. Things we're working perfectly to plan. Every morning the mark would drive two blocks to a cafe where he would pick up his daily fix of whatever was available. This never took more than 10 minutes so Neville had to hurry. He walked briskly across the street and hopped the target's back gate. The back door was left unlocked, a bad idea, especially when Neville was lurking around. Neville headed straight up the stairs, to the bedroom, he'd seen the guy with a shoe box through the window. He looked under the bed, not to be disappointed a shoe box, busting with wads of cash. Neville opened the box and stuffed wads of cash into his jacket pocket, there must have been at least Ten grand there. He replaced the shoe box as he heard the front door go. He stood behind the door in wait of the playboy. Neville heard footsteps on the stairs before the door swung open and the target jumped on the bed. Neville stepped forward, gun raised.
"Hands up flower, don't move. Lay on the floor face down, hands behind your back."
The guy looked utterly shocked, and scared. He slowly sank to the floor face first. Neville stepped forwards and slapped on a pair of cuffs.
"You're coming with me."
"Who are you? FBI? Pol.."
"Nothing quite so straight, Sonny boy. You may not know who i am, but i know who you are. We're going to take a little drive, you like the casino? I hear you know it well?"
Neville picked him up by the scruff of the neck and dragged him downstairs. He looked around quickly before swinging open the car door and cramming in his new Prisoner. He hopped into the drivers seat and screamed off towards the casino. It would be closed by now, but the cleaners would be in and kiddo in the back new the ins and outs of the casino.
"So, Sonny, tell me, what's your name?"
"I'm Antonio, Antonio Genovese."
"Your dad owns the casino here in Philadelphia?"
"Yes sir.."
"Your father, hasn't been paying his tributes and dues to Kong. Ordinarily, we'd have killed him. But he's worth far too much money to simply whack him. Although, his time will come."
"So what? You want me to help you? You want me to help you rob my Pop's casino?"
"You're my insurance policy and in all honesty, you have no choice. I'm going to take your dad's money then, i might, if i'm feeling generous, spare your life. Maybe not. But more of that later, for now I need to get into this casino."
The car screeched to a halt at the back of the Philadelphia casino, Neville jumped out and dragged Antonio with him. Drawing his gun, He held Antonio out infront of him facing forwards, gun pointed over his shoulder. He pushed open the door slowly, the casino was dead. He took a right, down a flight of stairs. There was a snoozing guard on duty, his table sat infront of the vault door. His gun lay on the table, and he lay back in his chair, breathing heavily. Neville threw Antonio to the floor before taking a silencer out of his pocket, he attached it to the Colt and Cooly emptied 2 rounds into the guards head. Now Neville was faced with a 6-digit, turn dial lock. Now he realised he may have met a flaw in the plan. He was no safecracker.
"Hey junior, what's the code?"
"I don't know, my father tells me nothing. Why should he?"
"Shit, how am i going to do this?" Neville muttered to himself. Then he noticed the phone on the guard desk.
"Is your father here?"
"Yeah, he'll be in his office.. Like always."
"Perfect" Neville picked up the phone and it began to dial automatically, it must have been an internal line. A gruff voice answered the phone, it was Genovese.
"What's the matter? Is everything okay down there?"
"Ahh, Mr Genovese, everything is just dandy. But you see, we have a problem.. Your guard is dead and I need 6-digits."
"You fuck, i'm going to come down there and kill you myself, you asshole."
"I'd advise you against doing any such thing, I have your son here, if you ever want to see him again, I suggest your start singing.. and before you think about losing your son, I should inform you. I know where your daughter lives."
"You're a foolish man, you won't survive a week after this, do you know who you're fucking with?"
"On the contrary, now give me the code. Or else."
The door flew open, a security guard in a green uniform charged through the door, Neville raised and fired two shots, one hit the guard in the leg and he went down, the other hit his gun arm. The gun spun from his hand across the room, the guard fell, howling in agony.
"You're a foolish man Genovese... your Son's running out of time.."
"Okay.. Okay.. the code is 062857, take the money, but please don't hurt my family."
"A pleasure doing business with you Mr.Genovese."
Neville hung up the phone and set to work on the dial, a short time later, he heard a clunk. He pulled back on the heavy safe door and it opened grudgingly. Inside were mountains of green and some hold alls by the door. Neville took three and started piling cash into them, he worked quickly as he estimated the cops had been called. As he filled the third bag he threw them down outside the vault and grabbed the dead security guard, he dragged him inside the vault. Before grabbing the injured guard, he also dragged him inside the vault and gave him a bullet to the head to ensure his description would not be repeated. He then turned his attention to Antonio.
"Little Toni, you have been crucial to my plan so far, but now, you are dispensable. On your feet." Antonio started to sob as he climbed to his feet, he knew his time had come, as it inevitably would. He stepped inside the vault and turned to face Neville.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself Toni, abusing prostitutes and putting all that shit up your nose. Your father owes what he owes and you're paying." Neville raised his gun and fired, Antonio arched backwards into the air, hands still tied. Now Neville had to hurry, he slammed the vault door shut and span the wheel, this would act as a deterrant and give him time to escape. He grabbed the bags as he heard a commotion coming down the stairs, the Five-o had arrived. An officer came storming into the room, a surprised look on his face as the lights went out, down he went. Neville dived through the bottom floor window, he skidded along the floor as he landed. The police had pulled up on the front side of the building, this worked to his advantage as he jumped into his car and screamed off. He noticed sirens roaring as he headed away from the crime scene, too many people had died today, Neville did not regret it, he held no reservations about killing, but the job could've gone better. The car screamed to a stop as it reached the family HQ. RocknessMonster was waiting, arms raised and happy to see Neville.
"Boss, i've brought some tribute for the family!"
"In that case, you'd better come in! RocknessMonster grinned as he gestured to the door. |
