"Don't worry about it Joe, I can open my own bloody door." I said to one of my top bodyguards as I stepped towards the limo. God I fuckin' hated limos. I was never one for the flashy shit. I'd prefer a plain black sedan myself. Blend in better with the public when your out on the job. But hey, Comrade Godfather Chairman Mikhail insisted on it. Something about money being power and what not. I didn't care much for the gold. I was here for the glory.

"Where to, Boss Ross?" Asked the driver. He was a new guy, a hang around I had seen around the guys from time to time.

"Bring me down to Vulture's Cigar Lounge on The Strip. It's across from where that ran down casino is there. I think its a couple doors down from Dominic's flower shop."

"Ye, I know where it is. We'll be there in fifteen." He answered me and then pulled off.

I always thought that Franky Mascone was an alright lad. He always seemed straight with me, and I always had a good time when I hung out at his lounge. He had good cigars and good liquor, the only thing a man needed to unwind at the end of a long day. The music wasn't too bad either, if you were into the big band sorta shit. Unfortunately for Franky, like most people do in this line of work, he got too greedy.

As long as he got his cigars and booze off of us, he was allowed to run his operations. Hell, we would even come to his aid if any other small time crews tried to muscle him around. It was a good deal, and both sides profited from it. We didn't even charge him a mint either. All we asked for was the cost of what we gave him back, plus 25% off of all profits. That's why I ain't got a fuckin' clue why he decided to start selling women and dealing cards upstairs once a week behind Godfather Mikhail's back...

"Here we are Boss." The newbie said as he pulled up to the shop. I hopped out quickly and took off my hat and coat, laying them down on the seat in the limo before closing the doors. I walked over to the passenger window and leaned in.

"Keep the car running. And no matter what you not matter what you see or hear, you don't fuckin' leave until I'm back, do you understand?" I asked him, putting on my mean face and growling a bit as I spoke through my teeth.

"I understand, Mr. Ross." He replied, stumbling on his words a bit nervously.

I walked into and without any hesitation I let my presence be known. I drew my pistol out, walked over to the nearest table where three well dressed men were sat and kicked the table as hard as I could, smashing it into their stomachs and soaking their fine suits with what I assumed was whiskey.

"Everybody that isn't Franky Fuck Face Mascone, get the FUCK outta here!" I screamed. Whether it were because of the gun in my hand, or one of the other guns in the hands of my 4 bodyguards I brought inside with me, everyone got up and left without question. I looked back at my men and nodded my head towards the staircase. 

"Gonna be the last door on the left up there boys. Don't worry, he won't be packin'. The guy doesn't have the balls to shoot shit anyway." I told my men as we began to march up the staircase. As I got to the top of the stairs I began to hear whining and whimpering coming from down the hall.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. Is this guy for real?" I snapped. This fuckin' prick had balls big enough to steal from The State but when the Piper came lookin' for his end, he fuckin' hides and cries?

The door was locked. Fuck sakes. I took a couple steps back and gave it a solid kick next to the handle, but nothing. Looking over at my men, I felt obliged to do something to make up for my moment of weakness, so I pulled out my pistol and fired two shots at the door, blowing the knob right off.

"Something to fuckin' say?" I asked them before walking into the room.

I couldn't even hear myself think over this babies screaming and crying.

"Please! Please Darwin, I'll do anything! I can fix this I swear! I have money put I away! I was saving money for Godfather Mikhail, I just never got the chance to give it to him." He begged.

"Never had the chance huh? You've made all your payments for protection, liquor and cigars throughout the last three months. I didn't see no extra fuckin' juice there. Hey, Murda, did you see any extra loot mixed in with Franky's kickups the past few months?"

"I ain't seen shit, sir." Uncle Murda replied, mean mugging Franky as he did so.

"I just forgot! Please Darwin, I don't wanna die! I'll start making payments now. You can tell the Godfather that I'll even give you 30% from here on out."

I started to laugh out loud. I did it for a a good ten seconds, before pointing my pistol right in the middle of his forehead.

"What the fuck makes you think that what you pay is up to you, huh? We set the fuckin' rules here. This is what's going to happen from here on out. We're takin' your girls and card dealers out and we're gonna bring in our own. And from here on out, you can take 25%. Godfather Mikhail will be taking the 75% share. Capiche?"

I stared at him as he shook violently. He closed his eyes and nodded, his face turning red from him holding his breath.

"Good." I said, and then turned to my men and nodded at them, signaling them to give Franky the beating of his life time...