Tropiano sat behind his desk at his bar and was reviewing his bars financial stauts. He noticed a discrepancy. He knew almost immediately who did it.

He looks to his most trusted goon.

"Find that prick-bastard accountant of mine and bring him here. I wanna....talk to him."

About an hour later Tropiano hears a knock on his office door.

"Boss, we got him. You want us to take him to the back room?"

"Yes. We are gonna make him tell us where my money is."

A few minutes later, Tropiano enters the back room. Cigar in his mouth and a billy club in his hand.

"I am gonna cut right to the chase here. You been stealin from me aintcha?"

The accountant was obviously petrified and could barely talk.

"Nnn no sir. I didn't take nothin. I sss swear."

Tropiano tells his goons to go get a tabe out of the bar and tie him flat on it. Soon the accountant is tied flat on his back on the table.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance. Where is the money you took?"

"I I ttttold ya. I did not take nothin."

He gives his goon a look and tells him

"Take off his shoes."

WHACK!!!!

The accountant screams as the bottom of his feet are pummeled.

"A alright I'll tell you. I was tryin to double what you had and took some to the track. I lost. I felt bad about it and wanted to tell you. But my buddy said he would help me out. He told me he knew a business I could invest in. I came here and got some more and gave it to him. I ain't heard back from him yet.

"Well you better go fucking get it back. You have 3 days. No more. If you aint back here with my money, I start mailing body parts to your family."

He unties the book keeper and he and his goons hurl him into the street. The book keeper tries to stand but his feet can barely hold his weight from the beating they got. He tries again in vain to stand by bracing himself against a lamp post. After falling a few more times, he crawls away stammering and crying. 

SexyBeast watches silently from the shadows of the corner of the room. He was no stranger to this type of method being displayed by Tropiano and gave a pleased nod to his associate for a job well done. A shame it often had to come to this, but SexyBeast was happy to know that Tropiano took his money as seriously as he did. He lit a cigarette in the shadows as the wails and pleading echoed within the walls of the back room