Tommy sat in his office listening to the music outside in Tommy's new club,The Plaza Suite. Tommy had owned his share of business's.Whatever income he could bring in to Tie he did it. Most of Tommy's shops hadn't been successful.This place was booming!

Knock Knock. Tommy heard the knocks on his office door. "Come in!" He shouted so that whoever it was could hear him over the music. The door opened and his two buddies came in. Stymie,his brother in law,was the bouncer.And Michael Banco,His bodyguard.They walked in and had a seat on the opposite side of the desk.

"Tommy,Theres this guy...He is a rich business owner somewhere in Russia...The dudes throwing himself a birthday party.He wants to it do it here...He said he'd pay big...Not sure how much..But the guy is a multi-millionaire..."

Tommy sat there quiet for a few minutes and finally spoke..."The guys throwin himself a surprise birthday party?Who the fuck does that?He must be a freak..I don't care how much he pays,that weirdo aint getting in my club..." The door opened up and my bartender stood there. "The Russian dude,John Fialla said he'd pay us 40,000!" Bo,my bartender said.

"No...H-"

"Tommy this could be great man! We hit the jackpot!You'd be crazy to say no!"

I was interupted by my stupid,rude brother in law,Jimmy (Stymie) Barberi."One..." I say."You don't interupt me...I don't care if you're my wifes little brother,I will fuck you up.Two....I already told you no."

"But Tommy!Forty grand!" Getting tired of Stymie complaining I finally say,"Okay....O-fucking-kay!" Stymie and Banco run out excited.I mean hell,40k is a hella lot of money in our time...(1930's) But this dickhead better not fuck around...

To be continued...!

To be continued...!

I hope not =/

This is clearly one of the best read's I have had in ages. Please do go on Tommy,...do go on.

that was a cool story i hpe it is more of em. and i hope the russion dude pays up. if not tommy in to go  postal on  is ass lol.

"Tommy Fialla is here...He wants to speak business." Stymie says...Opening the office door.Tommy stood up,put his gun in his holster underneath his coat and walks out.

"Hello Mr. Gato...I am John Fialla. I will be turning 43 Tomorrow...I would like the party to start right at Midnight...I would be delighted to have a party he--"

"Shut the fuck up...I know who you are...I know why you're here.And to tell the truth I really don't like you..But...However you are paying a decent price. What would you like to have at this party...?" Tommy sits down.

"Well,I was thinking Dancing...Pool tables... I wanted to rearrange some stuff .. .And an auction. This will be the biggest thing Las Vegas has seen in yearsz! Hundreds of people!"

Tommy motions to Bo to get him a drink."Okay...What are the prizes going to be for the auction?"

"A Rolls Royce..." Tommy looked at Fialla in amazement..."One second John. Tommy motioned for Stymie and Michael to follow him into his office.When they entered the office Tommy sat down at his desk.

"Okay...I want you to tell him this...He isn't moving shit around...The auction is going to be Rigged...And I will win...He can have his damn pool tables." Stymie and Michael go out to tell Fialla the news...A few moments later they come back.

"Ok he's agreed to everyhing.The party is tonight!"

The hours passed and finally the guests arrived.Once the party actually started Tomy made his way out to see how things were going...This Fialla is a wack job... maybe 80 people...a dirty nasty most likely broken down Rolls Royce...And everybody was surrounding him shaving his hed in the center of the dance floor! Tommy made his way to Stymie and Michael.

"Ok boys...I want you to go round up the crew...Get them over here as quickly as possible...Just let this terrible night continue without any trouble..." They did as Tommy said...He made his way over to Bo..."Bo...See those three guys standing by Fialla? If any of them make any movement into their coats,pockets,anything...Shoot em." Tommy says handing his bartender a .38...

Michael and Stymie ccome back about a hlaf hour later with a group of about 8-10 guys...They make their ways over to Tommy and realize he's had it...Tommy checks his revolver and makes his way over to Fialla with Michael and Stymie.

"Listen you Russian fuck...I want you and your cracked out friends to get the fuck out of here.I don't want anything from you...Got it?Nothing...Just get the fuck out."

And they did...The next day Stymie rushes to Tommys office.

"He wants to buy it!"

"What?"

"Fialla! He wants to buy Plaza Suite!He's offering a million!"

"He's pulling something Stymie...No."

But once again,we let our greed get ahead of us and Stymie pressured Tommy again. Tommy met up with Fialla.

"Ok..Here's the fucking lease wheres my million?"

"I can't give it to you all at once...I can give you 150k right now...Next week 650k will be deposited into your account.And the 31st of this month 200k will be transferred to you."

Tommy knew this Russian prick was pulling soething now...He had to play along.

"Ok John...Deal."

Tommy get his 150k..went to his apartment.The next day..Tommy goes to the club...He walks into his office and see's Fialla at his desk!

"What the fuck!? Get the fuck out f my office! It's not yours until I get all the cash!"

Fialls pulled out an automatic rifle and aims it at my face.

"I'm tired of your shit! You can trust me! Get the fuck out!"

I stood there...Frozen...I was like steel as that gun was pointed right at me...He has crossed the line.

To be continued...!