Italia_Princess blow into the dice that sat in her hand and grinned a bit as the crowd grew around the craps table. Finishing her exhale she slowly reared her hand back and then watched as she let the dice go. She never kept her eyes open after she let them go but waited till she heard the shouts around her telling her whether the throw was good or bad.

"Lucky 7!" She opened her eyes and nearly yelled out in delight as she heard the man running the table announce the roll and heard the group cheer.

Italia's voice was quiet as she whispered to the dice that had just been placed in her hand. "One more time for mama!" She reared back one more time and let the dice go again.

"Snake eyes.." The crowd sighed as Italia pursed her lips and then snagged up the chips that were still hers, and then slowly walked to the cash out box.

Peering at everyone standing there she watched suddenly as a group of men walked from behind a door. The box they held surely had more money in it then she could possibly fathom.

"Ma'am? You ready?" She was met by a large women that sat behind the window. Italia placed her chips on the table and then sighed realizing that she had lost almost a thousand dollars.

"Thanks." Italia sighed as she whispered her thank you and then slowly exited the smoke filled rooms of the casino.

Starting up her car she remembered the cash box, and all the money she had lost. Instead of going home she decided to go the opposite direction and head to Serenity's place. She knew it was a bit late but her idea just simply couldn't wait.

The house not being far from the casino Italia found herself pulling up to the drive in less them ten minutes and giggled as her plan grew in her mind. Nearly knocking over the door she beat on it and watched as a light in the livingroom flicked on.

"Ok I know it's late but before you say anything here." She tossed her a casino chip that she had held as a keepsake. She watched as Serenity looked at the chip and back up at her. "Yes I pissed most my money away, but I also got an idea.." Italia's eyes glimmered as she pushed her way in and plopped down on the sofa.

"An idea huh? Full proof? 100% thought out? No follies possible? No way of getting caught? Oh.. and I must add it doesn't envolve me giving you my life savings to try to win it back?" Serenty's questions bombarded Italia, and she found herself giving her friend the stink eye.

"Yes. Not quite. Almost. Yes. More then likely and No?" She laughed as she started to draw her plan out on taking not just her money but all the money the casino had.

When Jordan received a phone call from Italia_Princess about robbing a casino the organized crime boss was in the middle of a meeting. The two men in her office appeared to be irritated about being interrupted when the leader answered the phone. Jordan didn’t care. Time was money. The men were wasting her time and by the sound of Italia’s plan she was going to make a lot of money.   

“That old place? I didn’t know it was still open.” Jordan commented to Italia on the phone. “It’s not owned by friends of ours. I‘ll check it out and call you back later.” The crime boss hung up the phone and hoped the men in her office didn’t take up too much more of her valuable time.

“As I was saying, The Hitter is out of control.” The words were spoken by the New York Yankees Manager, Buddy Lewis. Next to him was the team owner, William Bailey. Although they ran the successful baseball team they depended on the mafia to solve their problems. Their current problem was the team’s famous homerun leader, The Yankee Hitter, Joe Russo.

“Jordan, since you told us to put that stuff in Joe’s water he’s been losing his temper a lot.” The manager complained. “The kid has a short fuse.” The stuff he was referring to was a concoction that made athletes stronger. When athletes were stronger they won more and when they won more bookies were busier. It was good business for the mobsters who controlled the bookies.

“Yesterday he had a tantrum in the locker room. He dented every God damn locker with a bat!” The team owner griped with a raspy voice that irritated Jordan. “He’s acting like one of your kind of people. I’m going to fire him and tell him to work for you if he likes acting like God damn lunatic!”

“My kind of people are not God damn lunatics!” Jordan responded sharply and opened a desk drawer. “We don’t use baseball bats and dent lockers. We use guns and get rid of people.” The Don took a gun out of the desk drawer and put it on the desk. “Let’s take a drive over the Brooklyn Bridge, Mr. Bailey.”

“Whoa… wait a minute!” The team owner stuttered and stared at the gun. “No need for that. I'm sorry, Jordan.”

“I’ll take care of Joe Russo’s problem.” Jordan told them and pointed at the door. “Now get the fuck out of my office.”

“I’m sorry.”  William Bailey repeated as he stood up. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, Don. I’ll make it up to you. Tell your family about my casino…” He rambled on about free drinks and told the organized crime boss the name of the casino. Jordan only nodded in response to the offer and waited for them to leave her office.

Minutes later she picked up the phone. “Italia, take every penny from the casino and burn it to the ground if you want.”