Roper found himself once more outside the King office. Summoned. He didn't know wether it was good or bad, then again he didn't wake up with a bag over his head like last time, So he assumed good. He knocked once and let himself into the office. 

He found Koehler sat upon his throne. Broc and Lucy lounged back at each leg, they looked at Roper as he entered before turning their heads and going back to sleep. "Boss" Roper said in a low respectful tone. "You needed me for something?" Roper asked expectantly. 

"Ah, there you are," Koehler exclaimed as his trusty left hand man approached. He grabbed the arms of his chair to help hoist himself up to stand. He walked over to Roper, rather slowly as his legs weren't fully awake yet. He jumped a few times to wake them up, but to no avail. He just made himself look foolish instead. Typical.

"Uh, you didn't see anything. Anyway," Koehler cleared his throat, "We have a situation here that I need your help with. You remember that bum you brought me the other week, yeah?" He pointed at the dark red stains still present on the wall behind them. "The one that my mutts took a liking to?" Koehler couldn't help but chuckle. He loved his little companions. "Well, we've got a similar situation here, but it's not just a bum - it's one of the businesses we protect."

Koehler watched as Broc and Lucy both raised their heads. His mind starting racing. Could they understand him? What the fuck? No, no... the drugs probably just haven't worn off yet. Phew. Koehler snapped back to reality and noticed Roper staring at him with a worried look on his face. "So, uh, that is where you come in. You need to go there and shove them out of business. I don't care how you do it, but they're done."

He handed Roper a piece of paper with an address on it. "You know what to do. The place will be all yours to do with as you please, but if you forget my cut you'll end up just like these pieces of shit are about to be." Koehler chuckled. He was full of empty threats - he could never hurt his favorite Roper.

Roper read the piece of paper and furrowed his eyebrows. That was Samuel's Suasage & dellier not far from the HQ itself, he had never been inside but he had been told that they sold unbelievably cheap meats. Roper looked back up at his boss "You got it King, I'll pay them a visit later today." Roper noticed the unsteadyness of his boss, patted him on the back and said "I'm going to head out"

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Roper pulled up beside Samuel's Sausage and Dellier in his plain un-marked van. He disembarked and pulled his baseball bat from the passenger side. There was more tools in the back incase he needed them, judging by his research he had done pre-hand though, He figured that he could scare the current tenants off. After Roper made sure he had everything he wanted, He headed inside the shop. 

A middle aged man tended to the counter. Sausages hung from hooks in the ceiling and various cuts of meat lined counters, Roper noticed by their prices that they were indeed the cheapest on the row at near half the price of their competitors. Roper thought to himself that there was something indeed crooked going on. Roper had noticed the man was watching him vigiliantly, Roper suspected that he knew what he was here for. Roper gave him his devilish smile and walked up to the counter.

"What can i get for you sir?" The man behind the counter asked politely "Me?" Roper responded "Well I could use a couple links of sausages, a pound of bacon and that juicy rib over there but I suspect you know that this isn't a regular call" Roper smirked at the man. "Then what do you want stronzo?" Roper chuckled at the man and then in a switch of emotion slammed his hands down on the counter and shouted "This "asshole" wants to know where the King's fucking protection money is for this little grease trap you call a butcher shop is"

The man behind the counter was not taken in by Roper's burst of rage and responded with a burst of rage of his own "King? You can tell your king that he is nothing but a il vigliacco, he doesn't deserve a single dime we make. You can tell him to take his crown and shove it up his ass, stronzo"

Roper seethed at the insults hurled at his boss and within a split second he had picked up his bat and swung it at the man's head. The man just about managed to duck out the of the way as the bat swung round and crashed into a selection of jerkies stacked on the counter which flew all over the place. 

Before Roper could get ready for another swing. The man bolted into the kitchen, Roper vaulted over the deli counter and chased the man into the kitchen. 

Roper heard "Maria! Maria! the bad guys are here, Quick call our sons" ahead of him just as a turned his head into the kitchen. He narrowly missed the butcher knife thrown at him which impaled itself on the wall. 

The middle aged man stood in the middle of the Kitchen, He wielded a rather nasty butcher knife in his right hand. Roper tightened his grip on his baseball bat. "Come make me pay then tu figa" Roper closed the gap with the man and watched him. They started circling around the counter in the middle of the kitchen. A large lump of unknown meat in the middle.

After a few moments of stalemate, the man took the first move and swung at Roper. Roper instinctively ducked out the way, the man swung again and Roper jumped back. Roper was now back against a slab of meat hanging behind him. The man smirked at Roper "I got you now bastard, I hope you wished your family goodbye before you game here"

The man slashed at Roper's face. Roper swung a hard left, The clever landed in the meat behind him and Roper hit the man with the handle end of his bat. He stagged back, this bought Roper time to give him a swift kick and then a swing at the man head. He connected with a sickening thud. The man staggered backwards and fell back on the counter before crumbling down to the floor. Roper didn't know if he killed the man or not, He didn't care. 

Roper felt a sting on his face, he instinctively touched it and looked at his finger tips. Blood, The man had nicked him. Roper's blood boiled and this time swung his bat into the man on the floor, Several time. "You. Bastard. You. Touched. My. Face" Each word matched by another swing. 
 

Just as Roper was in the mid stride of another swing. He heard a woman screech behind him. "You murderer, You killed my husband. You Murdered Him" Just a roper turned around to face the direction of the screaming. He saw a monkey hurtling at him. Yellin' in panic. Roper ducked and the monkey landed in a pile of boxes in the corner of the room. Softening the landing.

"Was that a monkey? You sick fucks" Roper spat at the woman. She screamed more at him before turning around and sprinting upstairs, a trail of increasing insults following behind here. It was then Roper heard it, Just as the door slammed upstairs, an entire chorus of screaming monkeys. Roper didn't know where the hell they were getting them from, but they were using monkeys for meat.

Roper cringed a little inside before chasing the woman up the stairs into the storage room above. Not knowing what to expect.

Roper barged through the door on the top of the hallway. A grizzy scene of monkeys been held in cages stacked to the rafters, he spotted the woman at the back of the room, hugging close to the wall. Still spewing out explenitivies at Roper, She reached down into one of the cages and pulled out another monkey and proceeded to throw it at him.

Roper ducked low to avoid the tangle of claw and limbs coming at him and run forward. Just as he reached the woman, she fainted and collapsed into the wall of cages behind her. Causing it to topple over, Doors flinging open. A avalanche of monkeys burst out of their cages and sprinted towards to the door.

The wall of fur rushing past Roper's feet almost knocked him over. A few were climbing up him like he was a tree within a stampeed. After a few minutes they were gone, the woman was still out cold. Roper opened a few more cages and wondered what the hell he was going to say to the boss. He decided it was best to tie the woman and man up and keep them in the storage room, Maybe he could use them to bargin with their sons and get them to leave permeantly. 

All the monkeys vacated the premises except for a lone rather scrawny gray one. Who looked at Roper exceptantly. After Roper dumped both the man and woman in the storage room, the monkey tugged on Roper's leg and made some noises. Roper reached into the food barrel the man and woman stuck in the corner for feed and pulled out a banana and handed it to the Monkey. He made a happy screech and began to chow down on the banana.

Roper then heard a Car pull up outside and doors open. Roper assumed that this was the Sons the woman called earlier. 

Roper met the what turned out to be two rather angry sons in the front of the shop. They questioned him in a mix of irate Italian and English.
"Look, They're upstairs. Your Papa is out-cold and mama is probably screaming about the quality of the baguettes, I don't know. I couldn't understand her" Roper smirked at the last remark and then cut off any rebutals the brothers were about to have by holding his up

"Let's cut to the chase. Your precious Papa was behind on payments to the King" The simple mention of the King changed the brother's demeanor. At least they had respect for who they were dealing with unlike their parents. "Now, Your Dearest Papa decided he wanted to play knives with one of the kings direct subordinates, Probably didn't want the King seeing the meat racket he's got running upstairs and I'll be frank. I don't know where the hell you got them, but I wasn't expecting monkeys and considering they're now running up an down Bum street. The King is going to have questions."

"So, You two have a choice. You could try to kill me. Even if you managed it and trust me, I'd give you a run for your money" Roper winked almost as if taunting the brother's to try it "You've had murdered a hand no less of the King. The best case scenario is the boss gives you a quick death. Which isn't likely. He'd more then make you watch as he turned your Pa & Ma into sausages before feeding you them" He let that threat linger. 

"The other is you give me this property. You run home, You get the deeds from Papa's safe. I'll even sweeten the deal, I'll give you 50 grand for this shit shack. You take ma and pa and you never come back to the row." Roper looked at each brother as he finished. He watched them look at him, look at each other and look back at him. 

"Okay, I'm only agreeing to this because we don't want to be hunted by the King for the rest of our lives. Don't take us agreeing to this deal as our acceptance of what you've done to our ma and pa" Roper smiled widely at them as a response "We go back and get the deeds. If either ma and Pa is dead. We cave your skull in"

Roper watched them turn round and get back into their car. Roper himself turned back into the shop and made a phonecall into HQ. By the time the brother's returned. Roper had the money in a brown envelope and 2 associates with him. They had drug down the man and his wife, the man who had now awoken and began like his wife rattling out a series of explenitives in both English and Italian. 

The brothers walked up to Roper "Okay testa, We've got the deeds" One of the brother's shook it in front of them "You've got Ma & Pa?" Roper gestured behind him. His associates had a gun too both of them "Hand me the deeds. Try anything and we'll ventilate their skulls" The brother holding the deed begrudenly handed it over to Roper who then spent a few moments checking over the paperwork.

"Okay, Everything seems to be in order" Roper smiled at them and went to reach out to shake their hand. Unbeknownst to their two brothers. Two more associates of the family had exited out of a van they were sitting in and now were behind the brothers. "It was a pleasure doing business with you" When the brother's ignored his handshake, Roper turned around and proceeded to walk in his new property.

"Wait, Where's our money testa? We agreed to a deal" Roper turned around and adjusted the brim of his white cap. "Did you really think your old man could do what he did and you'd just get to walk away? No No, Your Papa has earned you all a first class ticket to a meeting with Broc and Lucy. They'll be excited to meet you" The brother's protests where met with a the crack of baseball bats connecting with their skulls and their bodies collapsing onto the pavement. The mother screamed and the father had once again exploded into another slew of insults. 

Roper now exhausted with the old man "Jack, Open his mouth" Roper walked up to the kneeling man in front of him. Pulled out a pocket knife and cut out the man's tongue, put it into the man's pocket and stuffed the envolpe with the 50 grand into his mouth. "A gift for the slice you left on my face"

"I need to get this nic stiched at the family doc" Roper told his associates. "Send these guys to the boss" Roper gestured to his van "Use my van, They'll know to let you in around the back" Roper then had one final look at his new place of business. Rubbed his chin, mulling over what he wanted to do with the place. He watched the family get packed into his van, the last time he'll see them.

Roper walked to the family doctor. On the road, He was pan-handled to by a beggar on the row. "Have you paid your due to the King?" He asked the beggar. "Yes! Yes! I always make sure he get's his due!" Roper then smiled at the beggar "Good" before sliding him a crisp $50. "You looking for a job?" The beggar looked at him puzzled.

Roper held up his hand to stop him asking questions. "No questions. Grab a few of you and your beggar mates and show up at this address tomorrow" Roper scribbled his new shop on the front on a piece of paper and handed it the beggar. "7 o'clock sharp. I'll have someone waiting for you to give you some work"

Roper shook off the words beggars appreciation and continued on to the doctor. Roper smiled.