Eddie crumpled up the bit of paper that he was writing on and threw it into the trash. It was beginning to bother him now that he wasn't able to compose the correct speech to get the job done. 

His current situation found him going down the legitimate route from now on, at least in the eyes of the general public anyway. His stature had began to proceed him and he couldn't be seen doing organised crime anymore. Instead, Eddie ventured into the stock market and beginning his Stobart Industries enterprise. It would surely make him millions, but in fact it would also cause him more stress than he already had.

He'd bought one of the tallest buildings in Philly for the journey and had it redecorated to look the part of a classy, professional set of offices. The building had eight floors, with Eddie's office based right on the top floor. In that office is where Eddie was going to fuck things up royally.

He was having a party at Stobart Industries, to celebrate his going legit and starting a new line of business. One that hadn't really been seen too much in America. The party was supposed to be a big fucking hit with all sorts of politicians, musicians and artists alike coming to check the place out. Maybe that would have brought in some more business for Eddie. Would it happen after tonight's events? Who fucking knew?

Eddie gets up from his chair and goes over to the large glass window that was based directly behind his desk. From there he was able to get a large view of one side of Philly. He had a whiskey in his hand, Stobart's Finest to be precise. It was going down well, and with guests beginning to arrive on the fourth floor of the building, he knew that he was going to need it.

Everyone on the guest list had been accounted for, especially one pretty girl that Eddie had been wanting to fuck for a number of weeks now. He had been hoping that tonight would be his night for it. But there was also a number of people that had come who wasn't accounted for on the guest list. Trouble was, nobody knew they was there yet.

As Eddie drained the rest of his whiskey, he slowly turns around to find his office door being slammed shut and three guys in ski masks standing before him. Two holding glock pistols and the other man holding a saw. With panic mode setting in, Eddie decided to look as though he was calm and not afraid of the situation.

Knowing that he had already summoned Vincent-Alo and TeddyRollins to his office a few hours before, he could potentially have some backup that could save not only his business, but his life.

"Gentleman, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Asks Eddie as he places down the now empty glass onto his desk. He lifts up a pack of smokes from his desk and lights the end of one, inhaling some of the smoke and allow some more to begin rising towards the ceiling.

The three men stood in front of Eddie. One began moving to one side of the room, and the other two sat down in the chairs in front of Eddie's desk.

"We'd like for you to open your safe, Mr Stobart. We won't be leaving without the money that's inside."

Eddie shook his head. He wasn't handing over his money, and he sure as shit wasn't letting them kill him. He had backup on the way, hopefully, and he was prepared to wait for them...

One, two, three...

I counted the stuff for the fifth time now,  making sure there was no fuck ups this time. Losing money once again was not the kind of news I´d like to deliver to Joe once again.

“Keep this bag safe, I´ll come back for it later” I said to the receptionist, who in return rested me on the situation.

After I sorted this gig with for Eddie, I´d put me in one of our plains and head to Vegas where I was supposed to meet some mutual friends of that part of the map and deliver the coke alongside a message from Joe.

The building was getting full of known faces. People of all kinds of industries. Where I normally wanted to make the most of the night, today I just wanted to get things done and go back to making money.

Even so when one of employees passed through me offering champagne, I accepted it and spent a few minutes chatting trivially with some of the people I knew from South Philly.

“These movie cocksuckers are lucky as fuck. Look at that. About 80, bald, fat, and yet he´s scoring a twenty years old muse. One day it´ll be my turn”

A few smiles were exchanged  among my circle.  And when I looked at my watch I realized it was time to do another round.

I skipped the elevator cos it had a line bigger than the one at the bar, and did three floors through the stairs.

When  I  got there, everything was silent. And normally when that happens, it means something is wrong.

Eddie had been waiting on the arrival of Vinny Alo and Teddy Rollins for sometime now. He was beginning to wonder where the fuck they could be. Still, he had to remain as calm as ever to try and avoid taking a dirt nap before he was supposed to.

"Listen guys. Sit down, have a drink. Let's have a chat. There's a way out of this you know. I am quite connected and can therefore allow you to walk from here without both your legs getting smashed in with hammers."

"Put your weapons down and let's talk. Cause I think we all know that I ain't gonna be opening that safe there for you."

Eddie begins to refill his glass his of whiskey, and he takes his original seat behind his desk. He watched as the men who had him at gun point began to look a little bewildered now about why Eddie was remaining so collected and well put together. They had assumed he'd be crying and begging for their mercy by now. They did not know Eddie Stobart.

The hour hand on the clock on Eddie's desk had just struck eight o'clock. Suddenly a large bang could be heard as the double doors leading into Eddie's office gets kicked open and the sound of a glock pistol could be heard echoing into the room.