It was a bright morning in Philadelphia, aside from it's motto of "always being sunny" this was the first bit of sun they had seen this week. Early snow storms had brought chaos to the streets of Philly this week as most were not expecting the bone chilling weather for another few weeks.. Dolph had already risen before his alarm clock today as it was hard for him to sleep the night previous, the cold temperatures and lack of heat in his house brought for an unpleasant sleeping experience to say the least...

Bundled up and now sitting by the fire, he was reading the morning newspaper to catch up on the current events.. as well as checking the obituaries to make sure none of his street dealers had wound up dead overnight..

"Morning boss" Keyglock said to him as he swiftly knocked on the front door and entered

"Damn homie, you don't even wait for me to say 'come in' or anything? What if i was butt ass naked in this mothafucka with my dick hanging out..."

Keyglock laughed at him and proceeded to the kitchen to get them both some coffee

"You aint neva been the freaky type dog.. that's all me and you know it.. aint no way you out here fucking a bitch, you too classy"

"When did i ever say anything about fucking a bitch? See you always going straight to woman and sex.. you a freak fasho dog.."

They both laughed as he returned with a cup of coffee for both of them and sat across from Dolph in a leather chair..

"Rodney from New York send's his regards boss, says you ain't called him in a minute but he's keeping things on lock there.. but he did mention there was some business.. not urgent.. but he said it requires your presence.." Keyglock said as he sat down

"Oh yea? man can't handle one neighborhood by himself.. did he mention what it's about?"

Dolph took a long sip off his coffee as he flipped through the pages of the newspaper looking for something more relevant

"Nah.. just said for you to call him when you get a chance..."

"Well if he calls back.. tell him I'll get in touch shortly.. Now.. go fetch me some donuts or something.. I'm starving..."

Keyglock nodded at him before leaving.. Dolph continued to read through his newspaper and on the fifth page he noticed a article about organized crime and the underworld which left him smirking.. if only the public really knew...

It was nearing midday at this point and Dolph still hadn't managed to get his ass off the couch.. The coffee did just about the opposite and turned him into a couch potato.. or maybe it was the large marijuana cigarette he was smoking on.. either or.. he was sitting around doing NOTHING... but it was just the way he liked it.. A loud bang on the door came which startled him and caused him to drop the blunt into his lap.. he frantically looked around for it as a voice called out to him..

"You man, it's Keyglock.. did you lock this muhfucking door on me on purpose?"

Dolph found it and got up frustrated and stormed over to the door and yanked it open with a angry expression

"Your high ass locked the fucking door fool! I been sitting my ass on the couch since you left..." he exclaimed

"Damn.. my bad.. I musta forgot dog damn.. calm down.. I got you them fucking cake things you wanted...."

He handed the box of donuts to Dolph and proceeded to let himself in as he rushed over to the ashtray and picked up the blunt to hit it

"Damn dog! You letting this shit burn to nothing over here..." Keyglock said taking a puff

"They called donuts for one..." he said pausing and closing the door "And two, who said you can just walk up in here AGAIN ... and on top of it you just smoking my green?? Damn you lucking you and me thicker than water homie.."

Dolph walked into the kitchen and set the donuts down.. He popped open the lid and was happy to find he did buy donuts.. and not some cake things or whatever.. but no fucking maple?? That was an outrage.. Before he could get a word out, the phone began ringing.. it was Rodney in New York again trying to get ahold of Dolph..

"Fuck! It's Rodney again... my high ass forgot to call him.." Dolph said as he glanced over to Keyglock on the couch

"Well.. get your ass up and tell him I'll call him back.."

Keyglock sighed before taking one last drag and answering the phone.. Dolph couldn't hear but judging off Keyglocks body language it was nothing good.. It was a good five minutes or so before he hung up the phone and turned to Dolph shaking his head...

"Them Clinton boys.. they hit one of our gambling dens this morning boss.. Rodney says it's urgent now..."

Dolph just about lost it.. but Trenton was fucking dead.. who could be leading them now?? He ordered Keyglock to book them the next flight out of Philadelphia.. it was time to return to The Big Apple...

It was't even a few hours later before they were hopping onto the plane.. The tarmac was wet and slippery and most flights had been canceled.. Only Dolph's plane was taking off, and it made many people in the airport upset.. The common excuse was he was some "big wig CEO and probably paid someone off".. that was only half true...

Dolph was no CEO big wig.. but he certainly paid someone off to take a flight during these conditions..

"Have a save trip to New York, I will see you when your back" @Chromatik said to him as he boarded the plane

"Me and @Mia_ will handle everything don't you worry!"

Dolph turned and smiled at her before taking her hand and kissing it.. he gently released and brought his gaze to hers..

"Of course you will Madam, I trust in your ability to lead the family in my stead.."

Dolph finished boarding the plane with his Lieutenant @Keyglock as they were off and away to New York.. Things had changed since Dolph had been in New York last.. he was just a made man with a small two bit crew then.. and now he was a Don with a family of his own.. The Clinton boys had really fucked up this time...

The plane landed down safely in New York as the weather here was far more nice.. but the weather he had just escaped was on the horizon in the next day or so as it continued to push east to the coast.. Dolph knew he only had a few days to act before the streets were going to be covered with snow.. and no gangster likes to operate in the snow...

First thing was first though, heading to his clinic down in Bedford where Rodney was still operating out of, it was just a few blocks away from the gate in Herbert Von King Park...

"Swing the car around.. I wan't to head straight over to see Rodney."

"You got it boss"

Dolph smirked as Keyglock ran to go retrieve his BMW 303 from the storage facility nearby his private jet hangar.. He slowly walked down the steps of the offloading ramp and stopped as he reached the bottom and rubbed his hands together with a big smile on his face.. It was nice and warm here he thought to himself.. Keyglock returned a fer minutes later with his boss' car and the two sped off away and out of the airport..

The clinic didn't smell the same when Dolph entered it's front doors.. but the receptionist sure did recognize him as she went into a frenzy when her boss walked through the front door and she ran out from behind the bullet proof glass to give him a mighty hug.. It was the first time she had seen him in months..

"Ahh, so good to see you Mr. Thornton! Mr. West is waiting in his office for you.. please go right on ahead!"

Dolph smiled at her and embraced her back before continuing to the back with Keyglock to see his Underboss, Rodney West..

"Good to see you too Radha, you have a good day now I will make sure to say bye before I leave!"

The walk to the back was not long, and he didn't even have to knock as the door to the office was already open.. Rodney was shuffling through some paperwork and talking to another goon who sat in the chair across from him.. When he realized Dolph was in the doorway he jumped out of his skin and flew back in his chair..

"Oh jesus christ boss.. how long you been standing there for? For fuck's sake!"

He got up and quickly moved to shake Adolph's hand before gesturing for him to sit down in the seat the goon had just got up from..

"Not long.. but who is this we have here? If he's not important get rid of him.. I didn't come all this way to pussyfoot around dog.. I'm here to get straight to business..."

Rodney was a bit taken back.. he lost the words before the goon who just got up spoke up for himself as he looked Adolph straight in the face

"I am indeed important, the name is Ron Davis.. I am Trenton Davis' son..." he exclaimed

"What in the fuck are you doing here? You got some fucking balls kid.. I flew out here from Philadelphia because you and your hoods hit one of my gambling dens.."

Dolph was pretty beligerent and it took some convincing to calm him down as he tried to wrinkle the kids nexk in the process..

"Fuck get him off of me!" Ron yelled as he struggled to get loose "I ain't had nothing to do with it but I know who does!-"

There was a brief pause as the two parties released their grips on eachother and began to straighten out their clothing and hair.. Dolph took a few steps back and pulled out another blunt and began chiefing on it..

"You better start speaking up then boy.. who the fuck destroyed my gambling den?"

Ron seemed a bit reluctant until Rodney coaxed him to speak up again by slapping him in the back of the head..

"Fuck! Alright!.. It was Jimmy Braxton.. he worked for my father.. he was one of his Lieutenants but he won't respect or listen to me.. thinks he was stepped over for boss when my father named me his successor.."

"Alright kid.. I believe you.. tell me where I can find this guy and we will see if you are really telling the truth.."

"He gets in morning cup of joe eveyrday from this coffee shop down on Dekalb Avenue in the heart of Clinton.. place is named 'Roman's" after the owner.. Roman Vinatelli .. he's a quiet folk won't talk to the cops.."

Dolph nodded at him and thanked him for the information before leaving and heading back to his hotel for the night..

It was in the midst of the night when the gunfire broke out in New York.. It was alarming and Dolph abruptly jumped out of his bed and over to the curtains to peer out to the streets.. He saw the glimpse of a few gun flashes as another man in a suit ran away from the scene in a dark black suit.. He quickly shut the curtain and flopped himself back into bed.. that was the street life.. you live by the gun and you die by the gun.. As long as it wasn't his time, he was going back to sleep...

A few hours passed before a loud knock came at his hotel door.. a deep voice called into the door 'Police open the door!' which caused him the spring out of bed yet again.. He stumbled over to the door and opened it and was met with a bright light in his face..

"Excuse me sir, can I ask you a few questions-" the officer said to him

"Yea.. right after you get that fucking light out my face dog.. damn"

Dolph said covering his eyes with one hand but still trying to make eye contact with the officer..

"There was a homicide committed about a few hours ago right outside of this hotel room.. You didn't happen to see or hear anything did you?"

"No, and even if I did.. I ain't no snitch... leave me alone pig"

Dolph slammed the door in the cops face and went back to bed.. people ain't got no respect these days..

Dolph woke up sleep deprived the following morning.. he groaned as he rolled over in the hard stiff motel mattress to glance at the alarm clock sitting on the dull nightstand.. it read 6:13am.. he let out a deep sigh before stumbling to his feet and off into the bathroom to take a leak.. As he stood there pissing into the toilet and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, it dawned on him the police came by his room last night.. he was half awake at the time and could swear he slammed the door in the officers face.. whatever...

The water flushed down the toilet swiftly after he pressed the lever, it sort of surprised him as the plumbing was never usually this good in a hotel.. A loud bang came from the front hotel room again and this time it was Keyglock yelling for his boss to open up..

"Yo, Dolph! Open up man it's fucking urgent.." he said tapping on the door some more

"Aye open up man the fucking cops is all over the place out here..."

Dolph pulled the door open and was standing there in his trousers.. before he could even get a word out Keyglock ran into the room as he usually does... Dolph shut the door behind him and shook his head as Keyglock slammed the newspaper down on the hotel table...

"Take a look homie.. New York has been wiped off the map.. we came here at the wrong fucking time.. I can't get in touch with Rodney and we are supposed to be headed down to that coffee shop to deal with that Braxton fellow.. you don't think he had a hand in this shit do you??"

Dolph was taken aback.. He walked over and read the headline news.. 'Mob war comes to New York' ... Dolphs stomach sank as he then flipped to the second page to see 'Mob Boss Billy Mastrosimone found dead' as another headline.. he sat down on the bed and let out a deep sigh..

"Damn homie.. the man who made me was murdered in cold blood last night.. that is some brutal ass shit..." 

"What's that mean for us boss? We straight?" Keyglock questioned

"Yea we straight homie.. Me and Don @Viktor are on more than good terms.. this place is but a stepping stone in the past.. still though, a sad day for the Mastrosimone family..."

Dolph tossed the newspaper to the side and cleared his throat before making his way back to the bathroom, but not before pulling out a fancy suit.. He smirked as he brushed it off and placed it on the rack for him to wear when he got out of the shower...

"Let's just take care of this Braxton fellow and make a dash for the airport.. I don't want to be here any longer than we have homie."

Keyglock nodded and told him that he would go and call the airport to alert them to prepare Dolphs private jet to be ready with a few hours..

The car slowly crept to the curb on Dekalb Avenue some few hundred yards away from the entrance to Roman's .. a small coffee shop that was historically known to favor mob associates and even made men as the owner was not a friend of the police.. Dolph, @Keyglock, and Ron Davis.. each one was masked up and wielding a machine gun... the sounds of the clips being slammed into the guns as the men did last minute scans of their guns..

"Alright, it's pretty simple.. the place is all glass in the front.. Jimmy Braxton is usually sitting at the bar drinking his coffee while the families are usually to the left in the booths.. I don't want any innocents hurt in this so aim to the right you got it?"

The men all agreed before exiting the vehicle and giddily making their way over to the front of the establishment.. Ron was especially happy as it was his first time even participating in an event like this.. Dolph shook his head as the kid arrogantly walked down the sidewalk toward the building just ahead of them.. kid is gonna get himself shot or worse.. he thought to himself..

The group finally came to a halt and all lined up and brandished their guns and pointed it towards the coffee shop before Dolph yelled out..

"Jimmy Braxton, you a dead man homie ..."

The barrage of bullets began piercing the storefront as the glass shattered everywhich way sending civillians nearby fleeing for their lives as the place was completely torn to shreds during the volley.. When the clips finally emptied there was a brief pause as the innocents fled from the front building and went running away from the scene.. Sirens could be heard whaling in the distance as the men reloaded their guns and aimed again at the storefront..

A man wearing a fine suit came stumbling out of the front door, his chest was riddeled with bullets, suit torn to shit, and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed.. The man was bleeding profusely but he continued to stumble forward..

"I'm still standing you pieces of shit..." he said mocking them as he stumbled out the doorway

"You can't kill Jimmy fucking Braxton.. nah.. I'm invincible.."

Dolph shook his head and stepped forward and pointed the gun straight in Jimmy's face

"You ain't no god .. you fucking bitchass mark.. this is what you get for hitting one of my business'" Dolph said as he pulled his mask back and showed the man his face

"You fucked with the wrong player homie.."

The man chuckled a bit before spitting up some blood and dropping to his knees.. He slowly glanced up and smirked at Dolph..

"Yea.. I hit your fucking place.. on orders of that Davis kid.. what was his name-"

Before the man could finish, Ron put a bullet in the man's face quickly and the flung back dead to the pavement.. Dolph swung around and immediately pointed the gun at Ron..

"So you been playing me this whole fucking time.. I should shoot your punk ass right now.. give me one good reason why I shouldn't.."

"Cause I ain't your enemy.. look.. I ordered him to do it.. but that was right after my father died.. I told him weeks ago I wanted to call off the hit and he told me no.. it was disrespectful to my father.. I'm on your side you gotta believe me..."

The sirens grew closer, so close that one actually turned the corner.. Gunfire erupted between Ron and Dolph as they both scrambled away from eachother.. Keyglock tried to tackle him but the kid slipped away and off into a alleyway..

"Fuck you Dolph.. I'll get my revenge someday..."

Dolph cursed at the kid before hightailing it back to his car and leaving the scene himself.. The cop luckily crashed into the corner car as he tried to cut it too close to catch up to them.. Into the shadows and off into safety they went..

It wasn't until Dolph finally reached the confines of his HQ back in Philadelphia did he feel safe.. @Mia_ was making a big pot of coffee as usual.. Jim Horton's of course.. while @ErrantKnight tended to his knightly duties of standing in one place by the door, as a suit of armor would of course.. It was home and he had come to enjoy calling it such ever since leaving New York.. he even had his very own Trap Queen, @Chromatik, by his side through it all.. and no low down from back in New York was ever going to bring him down...

He wouldn't let his arrogance get the best of him, Ron Davis was quite the mastermind, he had Dolph fooled.. but next time it won't be that easy. As @Tuddy_Cicero always says.. fuck em all but 6..

"Back so soon from your Paper Route boss? How was New York" @Maid_Marian teased him as he sat down at the table

"Yes I am, shouldn't you be off bathing your bossoms in strawberries somewhere?" he joked back

"Fine be that way" she muttered as she walked away in a hurry

Dolph laughed and shook his head, it was this family he had come to love and it was quite amusing at times.. Even if people neglected their Paper Routes.. Oh how would he ever get Marian to go back to doing his paper route and collecting from his dealer down on 12th St.. the safe was getting quite full..

The following day at about 12 o'clock Dolph was awoken to the loud ringing of the phone on the wall in the other room.. It was amazing how loud it got when it was dead silent in his apartment, and as it continued to ring and ring he had no choice but to fling himself out of bed and stumble into the other room to answer it...

"Hello, this the Dolphin residence" he said half asleep, he meant Thornton

"Dolphin? The fuck are you talking about.. get down here homie.. one of Braxton's family is here... he looking for his brother said he knows he was murdered by us in New York.. a certain "Ron Davis" told him so.."

Dolph sighed and looked over to the clock on the wall, it was already 15 minutes past noon and he was still sleeping.. pathetic.. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he thought about what he was gonna do until Keyglock yelled back into the phone at hime...

"So, what's the plan boss or you gonna just leave me here hangin?"

"Damn homie calm the fuck down.. I'll be down in about an hour.. tell him to head into the back to my office."

Dolph hung the phone up on the receiver and let out a deep sigh.. somehow one of the Davis' family was still jerking him around.. the kid needed to be shot.. soon...

Arriving late in fashion as usual, Dolph walked into his Paper Route Services business and made his way straight to the office where he found a man sitting across from his desk and Keyglock waiting by the door.. He seemed a bit nervous as Dolph came walking up and immediately thrust himself forward so that the two were not within earshot of the fellow sitting in the chair.. He cleared his throat quickly and spoke as he stopped Dolph dead in his tracks..

"Yo, homie.. before you go in there one thing real quick.." he paused as he looked over his shoulder and then back to Dolph

"Apparently dude is well connected in the government.. I don't know how far up he is.. but he's got connections.. he made that very clear when he showed up here.."

Dolph smirked and patted Keyglock on the shoulder before making the rest of his way into the office and around his desk to sit down in his chair, but not before firmly shaking the man's hand in front of him..

"Afternoon sir, Mr. Thornton at your service.." Dolph said as he sat down after shaking hands

"Willie Braxton." the man said with a short tone

"I hope you don't mind me being a bit frank with you uh, Mr. Thornton, but I did not come here for pleasantry talk." Willie said sharply

"Well of course, by all means.. speak freely.. but I highly suggest you watch your tone in my presence.." Dolph replied

"I am not one of your corporate guineas, nor am I a pushover.. I don't know who you are Mr. Braxton, but you sure as hell don't know me and the friends that I carry so lets just keep thinks cordial"

Willie smiled at him before pulling a cigarette from a pack of smokes he had, he offered one to Dolph he kindly declined..

"I like you already Mr. Thornton, but yes I do know you you are quite frankly.. your the man who ordered my brother's death.. and before you can even say anything, I know this because I am a man of connections as I have already told your associate.. I am a federal prosecutor and I could see our ass surely behind bars by the end of today.."

The man took a brief pause as he took a long drag off his cigarette before continuing

"But, I know it was not you who pointed the finger at my brother.. that blame belongs to another fellow.. one I believe we both know already quite well.. Ron Davis? His father was a informant working for me on bringing down another mafia figure... the man's name was Luis Patangeli, but he was gun down before I could place him behind bars with his brother. A shame really. They both could have rot in prison together."

The man chuckled a bit before he took another puff and exhaled

"So, we have two options here.. either you take the first one.. and you can be carted off to prison for the death of my brother.. or you take option B and take out Ron Davis for me.. as I am a man of the law and cannot come to do such things..."

Dolph looked the man up and down before glancing over to Keyglock who was nodding at him like 'Yes he is speaking the truth I did my homework boss' .. Dolph let out a deep sigh before leaning back in his chair and clearing his throat...

"It seems you give me no choice Mr. Braxton, and quite frankly his death benefits us both.. This Davis fellow has been a sting in my ass since his father died.. but how do I know this is the only thing your going to ask of me?"

Willie chuckled at him before taking a final drag off his cigarette and putting it out in Dolph's ashtray

"Just bring me some evidence that Ron is dead and we will go from there, you got it?"

The man turned and left the room.. leaving Dolph to sit there and fester in his thinking.. Fuck.. things turned sideways quick...

The next day, Dolph had finally gotten around to doing some digging regarding Ron Davis'.. He had went into hiding since the Braxton murder, and not a single soul had seen him since the shooting.. It seems as if though this job was going to have to be put on the back end as Dolph focused on the relocation of his business in New York to Philadelphia.. Rodney West was due to take over Operations for Dolph in Society Hill and most of his time was spent focused on that now..

"Let Mr. Braxton know that when Davis' comes out of hiding.. It's a problem that will be taken care of. Got it?"

Keyglock nodded before leaving the office.. Dolph had been spending much time here over the past twenty four hours collecting information on Ron, and hopefully soon he would catch him slipping..