After Otto went on the run from California and left the life he created there behind, it was time to start back east for the easy rider. Otto went back on his old ways doing odd jobs and fighting his way to get to Las Vegas where he figured, in such a successful city he'd surely be able to find work and make good money. Otto didn't have the typical skill sets like most people that live a criminal life all. He wasn't one for being typically smart eith his money or had a way with words like most. All he ever knew was ass whoopings and whiskey.

 Otto could see the city lights of Las Vegas miles out into the desert night as he rode his Harley through the blue light of the moon shining down. He just kept thinking to himself "What the fuck am I gonna do when I get to a city I dont know shit about, someones gotta need someone elses ass kicked". This was all that passed through Otto's head as he rode, getting closer and closer to Vegas. A few miles passed, Otto finaly started onto the strip with a slow cruise behind all the traffic. Looking around at all the lights and extremely well dressed people, Otto felt imminently out of place wearing his outlaw cut with his one percent diamond and Moonshiner M.C. rockers as people starred at him passing by.

 Otto saw a sign saying say "Good steak, better Liquor" on the right so he decided to stop. Apon entering the restaurant Otto noticed a lovely lady sitting at the bar as he passed by to take a booth to himself towards the back of the restaurant so he could keep an keep and clear eyes view. That's just how Otto was wired to analyze small details of people in a room. After getting his food Otto was enjoying one of the best steak and smoothest whiskey he'd ever had when he noticed a guy getting loud and obnoxious towards the lady that was at the bar so he just watched to see what would transpire.

 After several minutes of this guy making a jackass of himself he finally did the one thing that Otto could not stand and that was grab a woman as if she was a man. Otto shot up from his booth and went straight to the guy grabbing him from behind and throwing him throw the glass window front into the streets, Otto followed. Otto began to beat the living shit out this guy with anything and everything. Slamming the guy into car doors and kicking the hell out of his ribs. After a few solid hits Otto kneeled down next to the guy half conscious and said "That's you don't touch women like that you piece said" then spit on him like the scum he was.

 Realising what he had done Otto walked back into the bar finished his drink real quick and left a couple hundred dollars on the table for repairs. Sitting down onto his bike Otto looked up to the lady pulling up in front of him "Follow me she said". Like any typical man, Otto surely followed. He followed her across town to one of the many casino's in Las Vegas. As they walked through together Otto noticed everyone addressing this lady with such respect, "Hello Ms.Korkunova" each of them kept saying. We finally reached her office on the third floor of the casino, Ms.Korkunova took her seat behind her wooden desk and pulled two glass's from her desk along with some clear liquor pouring herself and Otto and drink. "Have a seat please" she said sliding the glass across her desk, "I'm AlessandraKorkunova, I'm part owner of the casino", "Otto" was all he replied.

 Otto walked over and downed the liquor and proceeded to walk around looking at all the pictures of celebrities and Ms.Korkunova then took his seat across from her. "Well Mr.Otto, I apperciate what you did back there but you shouldn't have been the one to do it. You see the guy you beat the hell out of is familia" she said pausing to sip her drink "hes my cousin, an asshole but my cousin none the less and he has certain ties as do I". This didn't even faze Otto as he just sat there leaned back in his chair  noticing just how extravagant everything around him was and realizing he was in the midst of mafia life. "Your cousin shouldn't have grabbed you the way he did and maybe I wouldn't have put my foot up his ass" Otto said as respectfully as he could. "Your right he shouldn't have, your not from around here I notice what brings ya to Vegas?" She asked. "New endeavours" is all Otto said back. "Well Otto you handled yourself well enough for me to justify offering you some work... How about you help us keep out the riff raff of the casino and maybe occasionally help do some things on the side hows that sound?" Ms.Korkunova said finally finishing off her drink.

 "A biker working for the mafia, wouldn't that be some shit shit" Otto said pondering the offer around in his head. "What the hell, get paid to kick the shit out of people? I think I can manage that" Otto said standing from his seat to shake Ms.Korkunova's hand. "Just try not to break to much in the casino here, out weighing your worth with cost is never good, you start tomorrow and I'll have a room setup for you to stay here in the employee area... We will speak more later and I'll introduce you to your boss Drax" she said escorting me from the office and handing me a card "take this to the front desk they'll know what to do... Enjoy."

Reaching the front desk, Otto received an envelope with about two thousand dollars in it and a set of keys to the room upstairs. "This is going to be some fucking adventure" Otto thought to himself as he got settled into his room and watched the strip really come alive from the balcony.

Alessandra Korkunova could clearly notice that her cousin was getting impatient with her. His angrily raised eyebrows and fury-filled eyes gave it away. Then all of a sudden he snapped and yanked her out of her stool by her elbow. She staggered back. Looked back at her cousin with a disappointed frown on her face. Before she could get another word out of her mouth, a man intercepted the space between her and her cousin. Much to her surprise, she clocked him dragging her cousin out of the bar and beating the living shit out of him. She couldn't help but stand nearby with a smug smile on her face. That was her dearest cousin and sometimes she wanted to slap him, but at least someone else was doing the job for her. He really needed an asskicking sometimes for being such an asshole.

When the man finally stopped, Alessandra was still cringing from her badly bruised her cousin looked. She first helped him up and patted him on the back. "Oh well. You learnt your lesson, I guess," she shrugged. She helped him in her vehicle and even buckled his seatbelt for him. Poor thing. While her cousin was still trying to recover from the injuries, Alessandra decided to approach the man. She caught up with him just as he was going to pull away from the curb. Her curiousity had peaked. She wanted to know what else this man had to offer. He would make a good bodyguard for the casino, maybe? Someone to keep everying in order? 

"Follow me," she pointed to the road ahead of her and smiled. 

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After the first week, Alessandra had recruited him into the family after seeing how much potential he had to be an esteemed member of the mafia. 

And then it was history. 

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It had been a couple months now since the first meeting of Alessandra and Otto. She decided on a meeting place at a small cozy cafe so that they could catch up and see how he was doing.