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Mr Dragon smiled slighty while watching one of his guards dancing badly, the guy was so drunk he could barely walk yet alone dance. Dragon was letting his guard down tonight, letting his bodyguards relax also. He liked to relax sometimes and reflect on the week, tonight he had decided to take his entourage to a small chicago club owned by Teh Dagenham Syndicate. He didn't visit clubs often, not for social visits.
"Your drink, Mr Dragon"
Mr Dragon nodded in thanks towards the young man bringing his drink, the newest member of his bodyguard entourage. First of all he had been unsure about his newest associate, he was just the tender age of 18, Never killed anyone, never commited a crime for that matter. There was something about the kid though, he had potential, a head on his shoulders. he wasn't like some of the other cronies that Dragon had hired to take a bullet before. Sal Alberti, Dragon knew that given time this name would be remembered, given proper guidance he would become someone.
"I'm going outside to have a smoke."
Dragon stood up, the 5 bodyguards who were trying to get themselves on Dragon's radar to become part of "This thing of ours" stood up around him. They were all sober, not through the command on Dragon, they just wanted to show how serious they took Mr Dragon's protection.
Dragon shook his head gently, telling them that he wanted to go alone. He needed time to think about things, yet for some reason he felt the need to speak with Sal alone, about how he could progress further. He casually nodded at Sal, giving the signal for him to come. Sal stood up and followed Dragon as he proceeded to go out the back, through all the tight corridors to the back entrance.
The cold air hit Dragon as the back door swung open, so he flipped up his trenchcoat collar. Sal was in just a shirt, Dragon saw him begin to shiver, but he stopped quickly. He didn't want to look weak infront of Dragon.
Dragon lit his cigarette and passed one to Sal.
"So Sal, how do you find working for me?"
Sal was mid-way through lighting his cigarette and coughed as he choked, he had attempted to reply as fast as he could.
"It's great, the pay is good. I'm meeting the right kind of people, I'm thankful you decided to take me on Sir."
Mr Dragon pondered for a moment, he liked that Sal had the respect to remember to call him Sir.
"Stick with me kid, take in what I say, and you could go far, do great things, and most importantly of all, make alot of money."
Suddenly Sal stood ridgid, Dragon had been concentrating on smoking while speaking, so he glanced up at Sal.
"What's wrong kid?"
"Shut the fuck up, empty your pockets."
A new voice had entered the scene, Dragon couldn't tell where the voice had originated, but instantly his hand began to fly towards his inside coat pocket for his gun. It was too late, he felt the barrel of the gun press to the back of his head and he stopped moving.
"Don't do that, that would be a very bad move."
Another new unknown assaliant had crept up behind Dragon while he was in convosation. Dragon sighed slighty, the drinks he had tonight must have made him slack, he would usually have had his guard up. He lowered his arm to his side and closed his eyes, this could end very badly.
"You know who you are fucking with?"
Sal had piped up, Dragon gently shook his head at Sal and gave him a look. Now wasn't the time to try and put the fear in these men, even if they did realise whom they had just begun to steal from, they had crossed that line. Fear of consequence would lead them to further action.
"Do we seem like the types to be afraid of some two-bit punks?"
The man behind Sal muttered before smashing him over the head with the butt of his gun. Sal fell down, uncounsious apparently. The man was wearing casual sports wear clothing, this robbery had been planned, they knew if they had to make a fast getaway a suit wouldn't have been the best choice. Quickly searching Sal they pulled out the $5,000 that Dragon had given him ealier that evening, clipped together with a cash clip.
The amount that Sal had seemed to shock the men at first, the assailant Dragon could see glanced up looking worried at the other that had the gun to Dragon's head. He could already see the fear in the man's eyes, this could get worse or better.
The man behind Dragon reached around into his pocket and withdrew the cash he had in one of his two inside pockets, the other had his gun in it. Again, the man Dragon could see looked shocked at the amount he was carrying, $75,000 in a money clip again.
"Take it and leave, we don't need any more trouble."
Dragon muttered, a sudden pain in his stomach a second later as the man he could see stood up and smashed his knee into Dragon.
"Don't bother trying to find us!"
They yelled as they turned and ran down the back alleys into the darkness. Dragon pulled himself to his feet, wiped down his suit and began to move over to Sal.
"You ok, kid?"
Dragon pulled Sal up, he was begining to regain consiousness. He groaned and put his hand to his head as Dragon leaned him up against the alley wall, and began to light his cigarette again.
"Urrrrgh, those fucking wannabe's are gonna get it!"
Dragon straightened up and let out a sigh.
"Don't worry Sal, people don't steal from me, they will be dealt with soon enough."
"We should have just told them who you were! They wouldn't have dared if they knew!"
Dragon shook his head.
"If they had realised they had started stealing from a Made guy they would've spooked and done something stupid, if they had known they would have paniced and shot me. Because everyone knows if you fuck with a Made man you're going to die. They will be dealt with."
Dragon opens the door and goes back to his night of drinking.
That's how Dragon first met Sal Alberti... |
