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The End of The Four Leaf Clover: Part Ii Started by: Charlie__Pavanno on Nov 06, '18 16:44

Multiple Gunmen are seen running up a stairwell, they are a wielding Thompson Sub-Machine Guns. They all wore driving caps and white shirts, with brown pants and boots. It was clear that these men were of the Irish Faction, but whose? Was anyone's guess, the men had busted down the door and opened fire on the person they were meant to hit, their shots impacted everything, making holes in everything. 


An Hour Earlier...


"We got some information Boss, it seems the Italian Prick, Pavanno has cut us off, no longer selling our booze and keeping them himself, apparently in the Midas Hangers, supposedly, Joe The Boss does not know, but I ain't trust those bastards as far as I can throw 'em! We need to hit them hard, send them a message that we are owed our bloody due, Ban!"

Yelled the more violent of the O'Shay Brothers, it was clear that they were angry about being cut off, but O'Bannion was more interested in why he was cut off. The money they made off of one another was clear as day, it was a sure thing and they each reaped the benefits like it was raining golden coins.

"Calm down Jasen, Varietta knows that we are good working together. It does not make sense as to why he would cut off the deal so abruptly, but do not, under any circumstance make the mistake of crossing the Italians, they are said to have an army with them and if we anger them, then we are fucked! They don't fucking need us, but we need them until we are strong enough..."

Jasen knew that his Boss was right, but he didn't fucking like admitting it. He sighed lazily, leaning back against the wall, as he took a swig of the Scotch Whiskey in his hand. He was obviously inebriated, but to the point of his vision is a little funny and that was all. He had the Irish genes, after all, he looked up to his boss and shrugged his shoulders in question.

"Then what the fuck are we going to do!? We need to hit 'em, otherwise, we might as sit here, spread our legs like whores and let them fuck us for Christ's sake, because this is what this is, and I'll be damned to let them get away with this. If Al didn't do this, then who was it? Because someone pissed him off enough, to screw us over...." 

Collin looked to Jasen with narrowed eyes, he was becoming too angry and something that was going to cost them, with a simple look, he looked to Galen, who immediately calmed his brother down, knowing of the infamous anger that their boss held.

"It was one of us obviously, perhaps the Philly Irish have something that calls into question our true motives and alliances, to which we figure out who did this and kill them, negotiate a new deal that benefits the Italians more-"

Before O'Bannion could even finish, one of his men had rushed in, sweating, his face red and his breathing, labored.

"Collin! O'Connell's crew, they've turned, they betrayed us, taken everything over beside a few of our Disterillies and Warehouses, I just got a warning from one of the Pavanno Crew Associates, what do we do?"

O'Bannion softly hummed before nodding to Jasen, who immediately walked out of the room, grabbing a few men and heading out, possibly to deal with the rebellion that was on their hands...

"You do nothing, you go rest up and perhaps you'll be contacted. You've done well!"

The man rushed out, his eyes wide, but not once looking back. He had plans to quickly fly to Philly and seek shelter with one of the Low-Level Italian Gangs, hoping that he could provide them with something...

"Galen, get on the horn, I want Alphonse Varietta to bring whatever he can to help, tell him he gets anything, Booze, Money, I don't give a fuck! He's going to help us, one way or another!"

Galen nodded, before walking out with one thing on his mind, to prove why the O'Bannion Crew was the toughest and smartest of the Irish Organizations.

"Oh Kaleb, how would your dear Father think of you now?"


To be continued...

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"Do ya know what you're doing Kal?"

Said Peter Collins, a long-time friend, an associate of Kaleb O'Connell and possibly, the next Right-Hand man to said man as he knew that his friend was gunning for the seat of King, Ruler, Kaiser. Whatever came from this, Kaleb wanted and Peter knew better than to question his friend. He may seem like the charming and talkative bellend that walked the walk and talked the talk, but no. He was as tough as Collin O'Bannion himself, it was why this War of The Clover was starting to get to him. 

There was nowhere that Kaleb went that he was not followed by plenty of bastards right behind him, it was a hard time and the Italians, Colombians, Asians, heck, even the bloody Jewish gangs were nowhere to be found in the streets. It's like the army had rolled through and everyone scattered, people did not want to be in the middle of the streets when there was a war going on, people were smart and they knew what was going to happen. 

"Eh, Peter, you gotta calm down. O'Bannion is a fucking idiot and if he wants to gun for me, let him come! I don't give a fuck if one of the O'Shay Brothers walks through here right now! Cause they are not going to take down this Empire, we are taking over and we are going to thrive. With or without the support of the other gangs!"

Peter looked to his friend with pity, knowing that the words of the serpent bitch had entered his head like a man who wanted for a whore and needed to satiate that lust like it was a sip of water...

"Brother, do you know what you're saying, we are not going to be able to survive this! We are not going to live long enough to stand up and thrive as you say. We have to go to the Italians, they can take out O'Bannion and we offer them a better deal than O'Bannion!"

Kaleb nodded his head before looking to his side and down at his clenched fist before swinging for his friend and sending him down to the ground with a thud, he looked down at him with a sneer before kicking him in the gut and whispering.

"I told ya, we ain't going to no one and that is final, we have business to handle, clean yourself up! I have O'Bannion handled...that is for damn sure"

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An Hour Later...


Multiple Gunmen are seen running up the stairwell, their stances determined and eyes blank, it is clear what they are meant to do. They are going to be killing someone, the look and body language were clear as day, one would need to detach themselves from Human Emotion such as this. This was the moment and yet, not even one of them had seemed like they were going to crack, it was clear that they were trained and ready to do this in the name of whoever had sent them. 

 "For The O'Connell Crew!"

With this all of the men had busted down the door, opening fire on anything and everything, not caring who they hit, civilians are heard screaming outside, footsteps running with such a speed that one could have been a track star. The hit squad had opened their eyes to witness their handiwork and noticed that not one of the bodies was Collin O'Bannion, instead, it was that of the O'Shay Brothers...

"What the fuck, we got the wrong guys!?"

The Leader had stated it a loud tone, knowing of the O'Shay Brothers and if they were here instead of O'Bannion it means they suspected an attack. Only that now left a question, where was O'Bannion and what did the old fucker know? This was a war and it was not going to be slow and steady. The hit squad walked out, knowing that they did take out the legs of the O'Bannion Faction, considering that Jasen and Galen O'Shay were the Second-in-Command to O'Bannion.

"Where did you go, Collin? You can't hide from Kaleb forever."

The hit squad had entered their truck, turning the ignition, only to notice a little kid running from behind their truck. They paid no mind to it, thinking the kid was just playing. Soon, The Leader had tried turning the ignition once more, but it did not start. He turned it again and it started, the men laughed with joy before they heard the familiar sound of a pipe bomb...

Soon the car had exploded, with the Hit Squad inside, the destruction was watched by the Kid who had run away from the truck. He turned to face a black-haired man in a suit, who nodded to him in thanks, before guiding him into a Lincoln K Series Creme Colored Car.


It seemed that the Irish War was just heating up...

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"O'Bannion! Come on! Wakey, Wakey."

A teasing voice stated as Collin O'Bannion had become tied to a chair, his face a bit bruised but otherwise remained unblemished. He was clearly angry about being treated like a common thug who was below these people, little did he know that he was going to be quacking like a duck soon enough. The idiot would learn what it means to be important with the right people, considering that he was important in the larger picture of things, he was left with a few bruises.

"Al, the bastard is finally awake, what now!?"

Cruel laughter echoed off the walls, the dim light flickered as Al walked out of the shadows and into the light, his face was blank and was clearly guarded. The only thing that even twitched was his lips as it came up into a nice little smirk, he was enjoying he predicament that the arrogant Irish fool found himself in. This was one of the easier bags that had been done, O'Bannion had been vulnerable without the O'Shay Brothers, two men who had been the most feared hands of the Irish Regime. 

"Leave. This is between us, make sure to inform Charlie of the chaos that is going to occur. He needs to be protected."

The men nodded before going on their way, the last thing they heard was the scraping of wood against granite, before they closed the door, leaving O'Bannion to what they believed to be a cruel fate.

"Banny, Banny, Banny. You have been a busy man. It seems that you wish to wage war against the O'Connell Faction, but here is the thing. That is not going to happen! The Pavanno crew are taking over, from this day, until the last, you and your faction no longer exist. You are going to give up your supplier in exchange for your life, your crew disappears. As for the O'Connell Faction, they will be dealt with."

O'Bannion lifted his head, his eyes holding anger and intent to maim the Varietta bastard in front of him!

"And if not!? You don't control me, boy! I ain't afraid of dying to you scum!"

Alphonse nodded, knowing this was the classic response before he removed the chair that he was sitting on and sat in front of O'Bannion, stating something in a menacing whisper.

"Well, it wasn't you were going to come for, but you'll understand if you do not accept. You have five minutes if my guys don't get a response, it's the end of the O'Bannion line..."

With this Alphonse walked out, knowing that he had to plan for the other Rebels that were going to try and cash in on the recent O'Bannion Kidnapping if they hadn't heard of it already.

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