25th Timothy's Warehouse and Logistic Co (meeting place)

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Huff...huff...

Greg checked his clip and it has 2 bullets left. At this rate he too is going to die.

Greg's body is getting tired. Half of his man has already been killed with the rest probably has already been captured by Poliski. Effectively most of his faction has already been killed off, Greg has lost the war. He has lost Giovanni's to Poliski. 

One hour to the meeting

I have a feeling this is a fucking bad idea young master, Poliski should never be trusted. Said Greg's adviser Martin a former bodyguard of his father.

He should at least hold some fucking integrity to my old man and his words. Nonetheless make sure weapons are ready. 

Twenty minutes has passed since Greg and his entourage arrived at the meeting place.

Boss, Poliski still hasn't showed up. What should we do? Martin comes up to Greg again obviously getting edgy over the wait. 

Anton took out his pocket watch and checked the time. Fucking Poliski. Greg muttered under his breath.

Let's get back to the compound. Looks like Poliski bitched out. Martin nodded and the rest of his entourage starts leaving the warehouse. 

The moment one of his men starts the car, a huge explosion erupted on the first car followed by the rest of  Greg's vehicles. The explosion is followed by gunfire around Greg and his men. 

Young master, get back into the warehouse. YOU LOT COVER THE YOUNG MASTER. FIND A ROUTE OU- Bang. A bullet has find it's way into Martin's head. As Martin's motionless body slowly dropped down. Greg was momentarily stunned. His most trusted adviser dead. That is before Greg got pulled by his remaining men before he comes to his senses.

Greg and his men put up with a fierce fight with Poliski's henchmen however they are too outnumbered and they got caught off surprised. Few of his men are seen hacking the wall in creating an escape route. While one by one Greg's men starts dropping. 

Young Master there is route. RUN NOW. we will cover this place for you. As another of his dad's former bodyguard instructed Greg. RUN AND LEAVE LAS VEGAS.

And Greg starts running. 

Current (2 miles away from the meeting place)

Greg took a short breath and check his clip and continue running despite being tired as hell especially since he has 3 or 4 bullets stuck to his body. Soon Poliski's men caught up with him and Greg is covering behind an old abandon house. Minutes has passed yet Poliski's men made no attempt in attacking the house. Soon Greg hears an all too familiar voice. 

Greg, come out lets have a talk. If I have wanted to kill you. I would have but I am sensible. You put up a good fight but not good enough. You still have much to learn. You are too careless and trusting this is why Giovanni's group can never go to you. Mr Anton's effort will go to nigh because of you. Come out now and I promise you that I will put you under my wing. 

Greg sat near the window and shout out. 

FUCK YOU POLISKI. YOU OWE MY FATHER THAT MUCH AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? FUCK BEING YOUR UNDERLING. YOU THINK I WOULD'T KNOW THAT YOU WILL JUST SHOOT ME THE MOMENT I COME OUT OF THIS PLACE? 

Poliski smiled at Greg's statement.

You learn quick Greg. Trust no one's words but yours. However I guess it is too late fo- Ratatatatatata. Bang. BOOM. 

Distant scream could be heard as Greg peered out he sees that another group of men is attacking Poliski from the other side. 

FUCK I AM GONNA GET YOU SOON GREG. 

Soon a bald man came into the house. Greg is too injured to retaliate or care, he soon passed out.

Anthony's Safehouse

Greg woke up to a shithole with the bald young man sitting there drinking and looking at him. 

Good morning Greg. 

As Greg's vision cleared up he noticed that it is none other then Anthony_topo. Anton's previous protege, who went missing after Anton's death. All camps tried to look for him but no one was able to. 

Where the fuck have you been Anthony? We were fucking looking for you every fucking where. 

The Loop, Chicago.

          Dealing cracks and booze are the best income in this era, and I try so hard to make the best if it. I went places, I traded many and vary. Hundreds pounds of them, shipped away easily like lambs. I am making my way to become the Underworld Drug Overlord, heh. Few dirty dollars should be given to pigs here and there, ensuring my safety both from gunfire or being inside the bars is nothing compared to my revenue. 8 months I've spent, from only have $1,000 to $1,000,000 is a sign of good progress I believe. 

         "Anton is dead" a police whispers to my ears as he handcuffed me.

         "What?" 

         "Yesterday he slept in his office and never been able to wake up again"

         I stand still as the police are shaking my alcohols operation house in CHI. At last, they find me. Some of my people rat me out. The police uss never been able to locate me until now. Fuck shit, though. Anton's death strucked me more than the betrayal of my own crews. Just how. I won't accept that his time was up in this world. His time should never be up. The world's time should be up first before him. 

The Jail.

        It has been 2 weeks since I got here. I am still on my trial. I get to see my next hearing before they can decide how many years should I waste in the can.Life is great, no one tries to fuck me in the butt yet. Well, until, that guy comes. That Alfie guy. The P.A of Anton. He smiles ear to ear as he saw me outside the bar. He hugs me really tight when he enters my room via dough strucked through my jailors' breast pocket. 

      "It is so sad that he went before us" he whispers to me.

      Long story short he explains to me of what happen at Giovanni's now. All that stuff, all that stuff. And now, he is here to bail me out and ask me to go support Poliski in this war.

     "You are a real gem, boy. Anybody who have you is a wealthy man" Alfie said.

     "Heh. You guys are in a desperate need of money?" I sneer.

      "I am not saying that. I am just saying you are a good person and need a second chance." He answers rather politely.

      A few moments I have spent before I finally shook his hand. He brews a smile as he looks inside me. I smile also as he does that. I then move closer to his right ear. I whisper to him :

     "I never like Anton. He made me cut my fingers"

     Alfie is shocked at first hearing what I said, but then he grabs me in the back, making me closer to him. He then whispers :

     "Sadly and oddly, we share the same feelings"

      At the next hearing I was released. Just that easy. Just that fucking easy. I don't even know what happened.  That day, Alfie took me personally on his car. There 2 bodyguards and a driver to accompany us. He gave me heads up for my next thing. They have my kickstarter ready. 20.000 pounds of heroin is ready to be distributed. They are waiting on a bay for me. 

     "Alfie, can you make a stop?" I requested.

     "I need to settle my business with these rats. You have some thompson ready, don't you?" I said before Alfie could say anything else.

    "They are in costudy by the feds. How the fuck will you whack them? You don't even know where the hell are these motherfuckers are" Alfie sneers at me.

     "I already know where he is. He is right beside me. That rat. That fucking rat."  

    I hit Alfie in the right temple with my strongest elbow hit. I then hit his bodyguard in my left in his balls. The bodyguard up front manages to pull out his gun and hits a few on my stomach. I reach his hand, bite his fingers off and take posession of the gun. I then shoot the driver and the car quickly turned over as the driver passed away. The car is rollling for a few metres before it finally stops. I quickly tried to get away from the car, carrying my bloody body. I turned back, and shoot all of them in the heads to make sure. I then walk away fro  the scene, and from the world for a while.

      "Good morning, Greg" I greet a man that I have saved last night. He was almost lifeless the other night. He was lucky he stays at my safehouse. I managed to scare off the others who were looking for him. I thought they were searching for me. I once tried to finish him off. For God's sake he was like a dog waiting for his death. But, I thank God i didn't do that. It was Greg. Anton showed me once pictures of him and his others siblings.

     "Really? I saved your life and that is the kind of antics you are giving me?" I throw him a can of beans.

     "Eat it, fucko. You need to be fit to avenge your father."

As Anthony threw the can to Greg. He opened it up it definitely smells like shit, no it smells worse then that. It smells like a rotten body, being a son of a Mafia has never made things easier, however Greg saw his first death when his father shot one of em in his studies. Apparently a snitch to the crew. The body was carried to the basement, out of curiosity Greg went and took a look of it. It is the same smell that the can of 'beans'.

Greg bit his lip and force himself to chug down the entire can of beans slowly. He knew he has to be resilient for this is not how he wants his life to end. 2 brothers dead, the other missing. He is the last one who should hold his father's legacy. As Greg finished up, he looked towards Anthony who is still looking at him, Greg has heard much about this man. He is a cousin of Uncle Matteo, fights like one too. When Greg got into his first fight and got badly bitten, his father did not give him a scolding nor did he send someone to punish the kids who roughed Greg up. Instead, Anton arranged Matteo to be trained in boxing. He was a tough trainer but his results are good, Greg knows better then to cause trouble when he took up boxing however one time the bullies came by and picked a fight with Greg. It was a fight where Greg nearly got expelled saved for his father's influence. 

As Greg ponders on, Anthony gives a dry cough to suck Greg back into reality. 

Thanks for the beans Anthony and thanks...for saving my life. I am going to head back to Las vegas tomorrow. I am going to look for one of my dad's old colleagues or even Don koehler if I have to and a truce has to be made with Poliski as of right now. Do you have a cigarette?

Anthony threw a packet to Greg and a pack of matches. 

Greg lit one and continue on.

I am going to need some protection. 

As Anthony threw the can to Greg. He opened it up it definitely smells like shit, no it smells worse then that. It smells like a rotten body, being a son of a Mafia has never made things easier, however Greg saw his first death when his father shot one of em in his studies. Apparently a snitch to the crew. The body was carried to the basement, out of curiosity Greg went and took a look of it. It is the same smell that the can of 'beans'.

Greg bit his lip and force himself to chug down the entire can of beans slowly. He knew he has to be resilient for this is not how he wants his life to end. 2 brothers dead, the other missing. He is the last one who should hold his father's legacy. As Greg finished up, he looked towards Anthony who is still looking at him, Greg has heard much about this man. He is a cousin of Uncle Matteo, fights like one too. When Greg got into his first fight and got badly bitten, his father did not give him a scolding nor did he send someone to punish the kids who roughed Greg up. Instead, Anton arranged Matteo to be trained in boxing. He was a tough trainer but his results are good, Greg knows better then to cause trouble when he took up boxing however one time the bullies came by and picked a fight with Greg. It was a fight where Greg nearly got expelled saved for his father's influence. 

As Greg ponders on, Anthony gives a dry cough to suck Greg back into reality. 

Thanks for the beans Anthony and thanks...for saving my life. I am going to head back to Las vegas tomorrow. I am going to look for one of my dad's old colleagues or even Don koehler if I have to and a truce has to be made with Poliski as of right now. Do you have a cigarette?

Anthony threw a packet to Greg and a pack of matches. 

Greg lit one and continue on.

I am going to need some protection. 

As Anthony threw the can to Greg. He opened it up it definitely smells like shit, no it smells worse then that. It smells like a rotten body, being a son of a Mafia has never made things easier, however Greg saw his first death when his father shot one of em in his studies. Apparently a snitch to the crew. The body was carried to the basement, out of curiosity Greg went and took a look of it. It is the same smell that the can of 'beans'.

Greg bit his lip and force himself to chug down the entire can of beans slowly. He knew he has to be resilient for this is not how he wants his life to end. 2 brothers dead, the other missing. He is the last one who should hold his father's legacy. As Greg finished up, he looked towards Anthony who is still looking at him, Greg has heard much about this man. He is a cousin of Uncle Matteo, fights like one too. When Greg got into his first fight and got badly bitten, his father did not give him a scolding nor did he send someone to punish the kids who roughed Greg up. Instead, Anton arranged Matteo to be trained in boxing. He was a tough trainer but his results are good, Greg knows better then to cause trouble when he took up boxing however one time the bullies came by and picked a fight with Greg. It was a fight where Greg nearly got expelled saved for his father's influence. 

As Greg ponders on, Anthony gives a dry cough to suck Greg back into reality. 

Thanks for the beans Anthony and thanks...for saving my life. I am going to head back to Las vegas tomorrow. I am going to look for one of my dad's old colleagues or even Don koehler if I have to and a truce has to be made with Poliski as of right now. Do you have a cigarette?

Anthony threw a packet to Greg and a pack of matches. 

Greg lit one and continue on.

I am going to need some protection. 

As Anthony threw the can to Greg. He opened it up it definitely smells like shit, no it smells worse then that. It smells like a rotten body, being a son of a Mafia has never made things easier, however Greg saw his first death when his father shot one of em in his studies. Apparently a snitch to the crew. The body was carried to the basement, out of curiosity Greg went and took a look of it. It is the same smell that the can of 'beans'.

Greg bit his lip and force himself to chug down the entire can of beans slowly. He knew he has to be resilient for this is not how he wants his life to end. 2 brothers dead, the other missing. He is the last one who should hold his father's legacy. As Greg finished up, he looked towards Anthony who is still looking at him, Greg has heard much about this man. He is a cousin of Uncle Matteo, fights like one too. When Greg got into his first fight and got badly bitten, his father did not give him a scolding nor did he send someone to punish the kids who roughed Greg up. Instead, Anton arranged Matteo to be trained in boxing. He was a tough trainer but his results are good, Greg knows better then to cause trouble when he took up boxing however one time the bullies came by and picked a fight with Greg. It was a fight where Greg nearly got expelled saved for his father's influence. 

As Greg ponders on, Anthony gives a dry cough to suck Greg back into reality. 

Thanks for the beans Anthony and thanks...for saving my life. I am going to head back to Las vegas tomorrow. I am going to look for one of my dad's old colleagues or even Don koehler if I have to and a truce has to be made with Poliski as of right now. Do you have a cigarette?

Anthony threw a packet to Greg and a pack of matches. 

Greg lit one and continue on.

I am going to need some protection. 

As Anthony threw the can to Greg. He opened it up it definitely smells like shit, no it smells worse then that. It smells like a rotten body, being a son of a Mafia has never made things easier, however Greg saw his first death when his father shot one of em in his studies. Apparently a snitch to the crew. The body was carried to the basement, out of curiosity Greg went and took a look of it. It is the same smell that the can of 'beans'.

Greg bit his lip and force himself to chug down the entire can of beans slowly. He knew he has to be resilient for this is not how he wants his life to end. 2 brothers dead, the other missing. He is the last one who should hold his father's legacy. As Greg finished up, he looked towards Anthony who is still looking at him, Greg has heard much about this man. He is a cousin of Uncle Matteo, fights like one too. When Greg got into his first fight and got badly bitten, his father did not give him a scolding nor did he send someone to punish the kids who roughed Greg up. Instead, Anton arranged Matteo to be trained in boxing. He was a tough trainer but his results are good, Greg knows better then to cause trouble when he took up boxing however one time the bullies came by and picked a fight with Greg. It was a fight where Greg nearly got expelled saved for his father's influence. 

As Greg ponders on, Anthony gives a dry cough to suck Greg back into reality. 

Thanks for the beans Anthony and thanks...for saving my life. I am going to head back to Las vegas tomorrow. I am going to look for one of my dad's old colleagues or even Don koehler if I have to and a truce has to be made with Poliski as of right now. Do you have a cigarette?

Anthony threw a packet to Greg and a pack of matches. 

Greg lit one and continue on.

I am going to need some protection. 

      "Hah! Thanks my ass! It smells bad and tastes bad! You should hate me!" I snort and chuckles as Greg thanked me.

 Greg then continues to eat the beans can with a remorse face. After he eats he asks for a cigarette and I gave him weed. Hey, he shouldn't be picky, right? He then after that starts yapping about going back to LV which made me out of my rage.

      "Yea, you wanna go to Sin City that fast?" I asked Greg as I flint my weed roll.

       "They want no truce. They want to get rid of the Giovannis" I raised  my tone.