The hot Las Vegas heat was horrible. The humidity was even worse. That sticky humidity tthat stuck to you and just made you feel nasty. Today may be humid but Charlie had something to do. Charlie was a mobster he did crooked things. One of those being he was he was a pimp. Being a pump brought in tons of money. It also brought competition and police.

A new man by the name of Travon and started pimping in his area. He had approached the man and explained the whole situation but was met with disrespect. Charlie had to maintain his image. That being him being portrayed as a ruthless mobster that will kill to keep his business. Charlie had been thinking all day and he knew he had to make a statement. He planned to kill this lowlife and prove he was not someone to be fucked with.

He knew exactly where this man lived. He called up his buddy Whitey_Bulgar "I have a big job and I'm going to need some help come to my place and I'll give you all the details". That being said he hung up and started loading the Tommy Guns. To Be Continued

Charlie gets real excited when he sees Whitey. He lets him take a seat and then they start to talk. He talks about the whole reason why he is doing it. He talks about how he isn't sure exactly much this pimp has for defense. He is sure three Thompson's and three Molotovs at the end will do the job.

Charlie clocks and loads the gun and they all jump in his car. 

"Time to get busy boys".

Charlie chuckles and speeds up. "Vinny will be fine bro he has this under control and at the end of all of this we can get all fresh and clean and go to a nice restaurant wadda ya say to that"?

Charlie is happy this is going to happen and he's with his pals. 

Charlie driveable faster.

The shooting goes on until there are no bullets in the drum. Even then they all load up another clip and start again. They don't check to see if anyone is dead to see even if the job was done. They shot the bodies. They shot at the walls they went into rooms and shot around. These truckers were doing to be dead Charlie had to assure that.

Charlie laughs and grins when they all start shooting. Luckily he and his friends hadn't been shot. Charlie tells them to pull out and light the Moltov Cocktails. It was time to burn this fucked down.

They all did and stepped outside. 

On three we will throw them in.

ONE....

TWO....

THREE....

They all threw the cocktails as the place caught fire. They hoped in the car and sped off. 

"Hey Whitey where is a place we can lay low for a while"? Asks Charlie

Charlie looks back at Whitey.

"Sounds great man I think we look good enough to go out anyway. Let's go drink and have some fun we just finished something great time for a celebration. Maybe some of the guys will be at the restaurant".

Charlie was very happy. He got rid of a lowlife. He was going to be getting a lot of more money. Now that the entire Strip was his again. Now he was going to drink and have a nice night with the boys.

Man had life really changed for him. For the better that is.

Charlie smiles on how easily this went. Man they had just slaughtered 20+ people easily. Then he had burned the place down. Now he was eating at a nice restaurant with his pals. Not only that but he was going to have a solid alibi so nobody could point him out as the shooter. Man life was good.

"let's eat good guys it's all on me" Charlie says.