So there I was on a "business trip" moving a few things from Detroit to Seattle for the boss Kenny Russo, I was over on Pioneer Square and I saw this dinky little store that sold novelty items I though I'd get something that said Seattle or something for my wife while I was all the way out here. I mean it's the least I could do considering I hadn't been home in almost a week, so I go in and the store clerk was nice enough I finally picked out this cool little mug that I knew she would love. So as I go to check out the man notices that I have a considerable amount of money in my wallet to just be walking around then noticed the briefcase I had been carrying all along. He whispers to me not to alarm the other customers of the store, "Hey man I don't know what you do but I know a guy just two stores down that runs a little backroom casino if you're looking to win big just say Jean sent you." I thank the man and said I'd head over there.

   As soon as I walk in I notice a couple real big fellas inside and they were pretending to be shopping but I could tell they had probably been standing around in there for a considerable amount of time, so I decide to avoid the men and just head over to the register to see if I could get in on the action going on in the back. As I approach him I quietly say, "Hey friend Jean told me about some games y'all had going on over here wondering if I can get in on the action." He just notions his head to the left and I noticed a door over there, I just walk over to the door on it reads "Employees only" I just walk through it, I mean what's the worst that's going to happen get shot in the back by the big man behind me or maybe he will just run over and beat the life out of me either way not really my problem anymore. But I walk right through without a problem, as soon as I'm through the door I notice all kinds of people I mean it's a full on casino back here with a bar and everything. I go over and order a couple drinks, I normally stick with the fruity shit whenever I'm not in my city so no one can make fun of me. Then I notice the roulette table and start heading that way... this is where the story starts to take a turn.

   I walk up and I just observed for a minute the first the balls landed on red, so I though to myself alright it's gotta be black soon. I put my briefcase on the table and said to the dealer, "$500,000 on black" then began counting. The dealer didn't hesitate after counting my money and asks for any more bids, and man smiles at me and put 200,000 on red. We laugh at one another, the dealer throws the ball in... and it lands on Green she collects both of our money. We both sigh, "Fuck" we say. I knew I had to win my money back my father only left me $2,000,000 when he passed and this was a quarter of that. I say again, "$500,000 on black.. again." the dealer chuckles and asks for any more bids again by this time most people had gathered around me but purely to watch and I assure you they noticed my briefcase was half empty already. When no more bids came the dealer spun the ring and throwing the ball in again... this time it landed on red. "God damn it for real?" Before the dealer could even get a word out I grab a hand full of money and I exclaim "AGAIN!!"  the dealer begins to ask more any more bids. " Spin the god damn ring man!"  the guy begins to look a little nervous, but he spins the ring again before collecting any more bids. He drops the ball in a third time, again it lands on red. "MOTHERFUCKER ARE YOU SERIOUS!!" I then dump the remaining contents of my briefcase on the table and say, "Black!"  some asshole behind me says "Hey guy you sure you don't want to put it on red?"  I took notice but couldn't react I couldn't afford to get kicked out of this place yet. The dealer asks for anymore bids, another man walks up and buts 20,000 on red. The dealer spins the ring, tick.. tick.. tick.. Red once again. 

    My heart dropped to my feet, that's it I'd lost all the money my father had left me in a 15 minute span in a backroom casino in some shithole in Seattle.. I was unsure if I'd stay in this thing of ours, but I knew now that no matter what I could not afford to get out now. Here I was with no money other than what I had made since joining a crime family in Detroit and knew that it was time to start making a name for myself much like my father had so many years ago. This is where the story of Vincent Valentine begins.