At around 6:38 pm my brother dom gives me a call to inform me that he set up a meeting at my hotel with some casino owners...no details were told to me he just told me to meet him at the hotel by 8 pm.

I wanted to show up a bit early so i arrived at around 7:50, dom was already there, so i took the elevator to the 15th floor to my office to meet up with my brother.

I open the door and walk into my office and see Dom sitting at my desk having a ciggarette...i pull up a chair and sit at the desk and light up a ciggarette as well " ok brother, whats the deal?...who we meeting?"

Dom takes a drag and looks at his brother.

"You better change your suit. We have a meeting with Peli Mendoza, the owner of the Casino Royal in Las Vegas. This is a huge deal bro. He wants to purchase our protection and has a few hits already set up for us"

there something wrong with my suit?...you were the one who found it for me, what should i put on?..." i take a drag of my ciggarette "

Dom puts out his cigarrette, stands up, and spiffs up remos collar.

"Ha nah im playin. You lookin fresh. Alright, anyways, I kno the Mr. Mendoza is high up but we gotta stay firm with him. We want 200k a month. Paid weekly in cash, so 50k a week. Also if he has any questions he speaks directly to us. We will have ten of our guys at his place at all times and 5 on call. As far as hits go, which he mentioned, you and I do them personally, nobody else hears about it. 75k per head."

Doms

ok sounds like you got everything arranged with him, by the way ive been meaning to talk to you about this, i want you to be part owner of this hotel with me...there's alot of staff and i can keep an eye on all of them.

So as of now you are part owner...that being said, what time is Mendoza going to arrive?

Dom pours two glasses of scotch and slides on to his brother.

"I would be honored brother. Mendoza said he would be here at 8:30, he is never late. Its 8:22 now."

Dom downs his scotch and pours another

i put out my ciggarette, " good im glad your going to help me run this place, as far as Mendoza...is he an arrogant type?" i down my shot of scotch.

Dom downs his next glass and pours another for the the both of them.

"I have no idea. I met him once when I was workin my way up with Recro, just a drug runner back then. I nearly shit my pants. The guy is high up, I mean high up, and I cant believe he came to us. As far as arrogant goes I couldnt say."

Downs his next drink, feeling a little tipsy.

"Who knows tho, we could say one wrong thing and get shot in the head."

Just then there is a knock on the door. The hotel receptionist says:

"Your 8:30 party is here Remo, would you like me to bring them up?"

" i down another shot " shit Dom, well better be prepared...i get my gun from my desk draw and put it into my coat pocket, then i answer " sure show him in "

Dom grabs his gun and slides it in the back of his pants. Mr. Mendoza enters, pobably in his late 50's, he is in a very expensive armani suit and has a large over coat ontop, his arm not throug the sleeves but he walks with a golden cane. He is followed by two very buff men dressed in all black suits, and then a skinny, younger man in a sweater vest in glasses who appears to be an accountant or financial advisor of somesort.

"Mr. Mendoza, its a pleasure to meet you."

Dom shakes his hand and Remo pulls out a chair for him.

have a seat Mr. Mendoza, my brother here infored me of the situation, so lets get to it..." i sit in my chair and look at my brother "

Dom slides the wooden box in the middle of the table towards Mendoza and opens it.

"Cuban cigar?"

Mendoza stares at Dom a moment and then accepts and one of Mendoza's men light if for him.

"Okay well lets not waste any time."

Dom pulls a sheet of paper from the drawer and sets it on the table.

"Basically, you got a 15 story casino that needs protection and obviously, you came to the right people. We will have 10 of our men at your casino 24 hours a day. 5 will be on call. Our men are fully trained and two of them will also serve as body gaurds. Now our price for that is a solid 50k per week. As far as hits go, you go directy through the Gaggi brothers and no one else. 75k per head. No exceptions."

Dom slides the contract mendozas way

Mendoza looks at his crew then at the paper looking a bit unsatisfied, " i look at my brother with a look as if to say i dont trust him and be on your guard " we both keep our hands close to our guns just incase.

After a few seconds he takes his eyes off the paper and looks at Dom, " a little expensive " i look at Mendoza and reply " with all due respect Mr. Mendoza you have a big building to look after and you came to us for our protection, that is our price...take it or leave it " i lean back in my chair "

Swips starts to build on my forehead as I look at mendozas expression. I quickly grab the scotc and pour a glass.

"Some Aged Parsalon mendoza?"

Mendoza does not answer

"Listenmy brothers right. With all due respect, we dont care who you are, the prices are the same for everyone and i can gaurantee you we offer the best protection."

" i look at my brother then at Mendoza " dont worry brother if Mendoza over here is a true business man he will know how to make decitions to benifit his casino.

Thats are offer, choice is yours.

The man in the sweater vest whispers in Mendozas ear, then Mendoza pushes him away.

"I like the way you boys do bussiness, you remind me of myself when I was up and coming. However, your dealing with the wrong guy to be setting prices like this. 50k for hits and 150k per month. Thats my offer boys."

Dom looks at remo waiting for his response

i lean foward and whisper in my brother's ear " we need to hold our ground...trust me brother, this guy will crack " i lean back in my chair and reply to Mendoza " once again, those are our prices...dont think we want to over charge you because we dont need your money, the prices would be the same for everyone, so as i said before...take the offer or leave it.

And if your not happy with our prices you dont have to accept...however i cant guarentee you will find anyone who can protect your casino like we can.

Mendoza leans back as well.

"Im not going to pull my guns on you o try and bribe u because its not it my best interest" He says

"Cuz in the end im the one who needs your services. However. You disrespect me like you just did, and you are going to pay for it."

Dom slowly feels for his gun and just keeps his hand ready

apparently Mendoza you think your the only one in this room with power, heres the deal...i would like to do business with you but im not going to sit hear and argue about are ego's, now theres the contract either take our business or dont, but dont come into our hotel and make threats.

Dom pulls a pen out of his shirt pocket and slams it down in front of Mendoza.

"Sign it, or get the hell out."