After spending an amazing night with Jezebel I decided to let her go shopping for the evening. Always worked hard, did all the paperwork in the hotel and made sure it ran smoothly when I wasn't around. But its amazing how an amazing night and morning can turn to tragedy in the blink of an eye.

11:52 AM

I received word from Don Koehler that Jezebel had an unfortunate end while shopping near the strip in Vegas. It was a KKK hit gone wrong, As they were aiming at an African American the shooter missed his shot striking Jezebel in the chest. After speaking with Koehler I started to drink as I was infuriated. After a day of drinking I went and slept it off but the nightmare haunted me.

Awaking the next morning I grab my shotgun in the safe of my office and head for my bike. I drive right down to the gangs hangout on Washburn street in the woods a few hundred feet. I saw the group gathered in their spot, There were 8 men in total including the leader Cliff Murphy.

With absolutely no hesitation I walk into there meeting as one of the higher members says to me "Hey KL... what's going on brother?".

Swinging the shotgun around from the back I point the gun at his chest and blow a huge hole in him immediately silencing the clan. Murphy tries to speak up as I silence him right away.

"I want you all to listen to me very carefully... you know we never stepped on each other toes to this point however you all crossed the line!, you killed an innocent women who was with me!...I don't want any talking, I want the shooter to step forward like a man."

Waiting a few seconds one of the men finally came forwarded with his hands up in the air. "BANG".

Torso ripped apart...I hear one of the members yell out in fear while some even puke. "Ok last order of business, I don't tolerate poor management so Murphy come to me or I come to you!."

Murphy gets on his knees and starts to beg. I pull a knife out of my boot and slit his neck slowly while replying "I said not to fucking talk."

While walking away I turn and look at the remaining members.

"Remember fellas, your only as good as your leader. He failed you, and you all crossed the line with me. Now I suggest conduction business elsewhere or we will have a major problem."

I hop on my bike and speed off.

There's a kind of hush all over the land here.

What do you make of this?