"223 Mary Lane"

Matteo walks into a group of 5 black men who are communicating to each others.

"You know where is it? It is the house of Charlie Jackson"

The blacks murmur to each other while glancing at Matteo from time to time.

"What 'cho business with 'im?" The biggest one stands up. 

He is intimidating Matteo with his size. He looks down at him, checking Matteo up. Matteo smiled at this. He then looks up to the big guy. 

"Relax..." Matteo motioned his hands asking them to do as he says.

"Tom wants him back at the waterfont. 3 times the money this time. He said he is sorry and want to make him stay"

The blacks confused by this. They look at each other in disbelief. 

"He said that shiiet?" Said a man in the back , looking aggressive. He approaches the feuding guys and stop them. 

"Who are you?" Matteo asks.

"Charlie Jackson. 223 Marry Lane" He nods his head.

Matteo smiles as he finally can see his target. He fixes his shirt and turns around.

" You better come back, Charlie. Mr.Shelby really needs your help" he left remarks.

Charlie grins at this as do all his friends there. Matte stops his walk, as he turns around.

"On second thought,you guys should all come. Shelby's is a little bit busy nowadays. Maybe I could fix you guys up in good money" 

The blacks are ecstastic by this, they starts cheering up.

"Come by tonight at 10, there are works to do! Don't be late!!" Matteo left for his car.

Later that night, 10.20 PM

Charlie and his gangs come up to the waterfront. They are all looking terrific, expecting a joh here. However whenthey get inside, there is no one else here.

"Shieet. I don' leik it, Charls" 

"Mee too... where is the lean guy?"

They start to panic. They want to go home, but minutes later, Matteo shows up. He is on a platform higher than them.

"Ah there you are!" 

"What the hell!? Why is it empty!? Didn't you say you got job for us!?" Charlie enraged.

 Matteo rummages his breast pocket, took a cigarette and lit them. "I said that" he said.

"And I said don't be late too"

The blacks are silenced  by this, they start looking at each other, and start blaming each other. Charlie keeps looking at Matteo, feeling suscpicious.

"It is okay tho' I forgive you" Matteo stops their civil war.

"But, your wages are to be cut down from now on. Only $2 each now." 

The blacks are not happy with this. They are fuming. They protest  against the policy. 

"You fucker!" Charlie laughs.

"You have been planning all of this right!?"

"Fucking raise? There is no way that stingy white gonna raise it."

"Fuck you!! I will kill you, you wop!!" Charlie blitz to the ladder, he wants to reach Matteo followed by his gang.

BANG!!!!

A big sound suddenly heard. It echoes through the waterfront. 

"Shiiieeet!!!"

Suuddenly the blacks lost their footings. They are wet with their own piss. Charlie's head is spluttered around the ladder.

KLACHK!

Matteo pumps his shotgun. He then aims it to the remaining blacks. 

"Said one more complaint, I am gonna splutter yours next" he threatens.

"Listen up! You are to work at Shelby's! You gonna start tomorrow! Anybody miss a single day, I am gonna hack their head!!"

"You fuckin' understand!?" 

The blacks nodded to Matteo looking in so much in terrors.