"On Race Street Pier...."

The New Year was fastly approaching and along with it the start of a new direction within Race Street. Philly was quickly back to the grind of making money. Thugs could be seen on any which corner, pledging allegiance to one of the 3 crime families within philadelphia, the smell of fresh beginnings was in reach among all Philadelphia residents, not just those home to South Philly, Luis' stomping grounds. Luis found himself out on a stroll while famously chain smoking his cigarettes to no one's surprise. He was greeted by many members of the community, both those who knew him as a businessman above the law, and those who knew him in the criminal world as a caporegime of the Race Street Railroad Company. "Wow look at all the new faces" he thought to himself. It was a warming sight given the recent changes within Philadelphia, but it was sign of how strong the mafioso bond is within times of peril. Philadelphia will carry on! As Luis reached the end of the pier he stopped to stomp out his smoke and reached into is coat pocket to pull out his small cigar box. "I only smoke these on a rare occasion Joe" Luis said grinning. The small cigar box read "Imported From Cuba", "Only the finest for you aye boss, those things must of cost a pretty penny" Joe, Luis' head bodyguard, said with a grin of his own. "Well when you make a quarter of a million a day off drugs, I'd call it chump change my friend" Luis said chuckling as he stuck the cigar in his mouth and lit it up with his favorite zippo reading "lucky"... "Profits are doing well there is no denying that, speaking of that when should I tell the boys the next shipment will be ready?" Joe said in a serious tone. Joe was all about business and the money, which is what Luis found him so useful for... Double crossing Joe over even a meager 100$ could lose you a finger or two.. Play with his money more and you might lose your life.. "Of course Joe, always about business. The shipment is at the safehouse.. Go pick it up on your way back to the block. Make sure to leave the cash on the table I got one of LouisMezzo's associates coming by to pick it up later tonight" Luis said as he exhaled large clouds of cigar smoke. "Yes boss, and what should I do about that fellow who borrowed 2,000,000 last week and hasn't payed a dime should I go by and "collect" Joe said with a evil grin on his face... as stated before Joe loved to kill over money... "Yea Joe stop by and see ByronByrne.. and make sure he sleeps with the fishes tonight." Luis said as he exhaled another cloud of cigar smoke. Joe tipped his hat as he left the company of his boss. "Lets hope this New Year has something good to offer..." Luis thought to himself as he watched the sunset from the edge of Race Street Pier. He had come along way since Landing in Philadelphia and getting a Fresh Start in Philadelphia after fleeing his Hometown New York... To when Things Went Wrong and his most trusted bodyguard and friend, Cici, was shot and murdered during a drug exchange in New York... The one thing that was certain was Luis had found a home here on Race Street and he was going to do whatever it took to see it thrive.