This is part II of The meeting.

After the meeting with Mendoza my brother was grabbed in the hallway and handed an envolope with the name of a target and 20k, he informed me after the men had left the hotel. I was not givin any information on the target so before we carried on with the hit i asked my brother Dom to meet me at the docks. I decided to have a ciggarette while i waited for him to arrive, but it was way to cold...it was snowing out and it had to be about 30 degrees out. I got back in my car and waited for him to show.

Dom pulls up and the snow crunches under his tires. He steps  out, dressed in a suit with a warm p coat and scarf over it. He walks up the his brother blowing into his hands for warmth. He then pulls the folder out of his coat and hands it to his brother

" get in " Dom opens my car door and gets in, i reply " fucking cold...ok so whats the deal with this guy?...i know Mendoza wants him dead, but why?

as i wait for Dom's response i take off my gloves and light a ciggarette in the car.

Dom removes his gloves as well and blows into them some more. In between breaths he answers

"Well what I gather from the small amount of information is that the guy is some kind of texas hold em' genius. He's been goin into Mendoza's casino with $1,000 and walkin out with $1,000,000. They have tried to catch him counting cards but he is legit I guess. Mendoza is losing a lot of money from this guy."

i take a drag of my ciggarette " now i see why Mendoza needs us...gets beat in his own casino. ok so whats this guys name and where does he live?

" it starts to get real cold in the car so i turn up the heat as i wait for my brothers response "

John Doig. An Irishman. Doesn't list his status here so I dont kno if he's dangerous or not. Anyways I guess he hangs out at car auctions alot. He is a collector.

Well its after 10 pm so i doubt hes there now, " i look at the paper " see bro theres his address right there on the very bottom of the page...52 parkwell ave, thats an apartment, and its only up the street.

Dom replies " ok lets go " i put the car in motion and begin heading for the building. While we are driving there i have a word with my brother..." ok listen bro we been in prison alot and we cant risk going back again, if we do were looking at a life sentence so heres my plan, we need to frame someone...to make sure heat is not drawn back at us...so once this is done we need a plan on how were going to pull it off.

Im one step ahead of u bro.

Dom lights a cig

He is married. Wife of ten yeas. Shes our gal

perfect, ok now that we have a plan we can do this.

about 5 minutes later we arrive at the apartment, we scope the place out for a few minutes then my brother replies " lets get up there! " WAIT i reply...hold up, there has to be a way around back we can get in...like a fire escape " i take a drag of my ciggarette then put it out.

So i think we should swing around back and see if we can get in that way.

They walk around back, the two brothers looking dark and grim and in the zone, their shadows bounce around in the snow. They get the back alley and Dom looks around for the best route, jumps up on a dumpster, and then jumps and grabs the dangling steel ladder with his hands. He shimmies up and climbs the ladder all the way to the roof.

i follow my brothers lead and make my way to the roof, when i get up there i put on my gloves and pull my gun from my long dress coat...my brother Dom does the same, " ok now we need to get in the place and find his apartment "

Dom goes to the oppostie edge and with no hesitation jumps, he falls about 10 feet and grabs onto a balcony railing. He pulls himself up, and quietly opens the sliding door. His brother follows. They quietly exit the room into the hallway.

"Whats the room number?"

Remo replies with 473. They head to the room and Dom knocks on the door and covers the peep hole.

"Room service!"

They hear a bit of shuffling and then a man yells as he is opening the door: "Why the fuck would there be room service at my ap-" but before he can finish Dom kicks the door and it nails the guy knocking him on his ass.

"Why would you even open the door you dumbass?" Dom grabs a golfclub he sees in the corner and hits the guy hard across the face with it.

i put my arm on my brothers shoulder " wait dident you say he has a wife?...i look at John, where's your wife?. He replies " shes out of town " i look up with a look of rage " fuck well Dom there goes that plan " but just then another idea hits me, i turn to Dom...why not the guy next door?...i mean cops wont know if they were friends or enimies...all we need to do is get him over here. " lets tie this asshole up "

You tie this fat ass up, i will go give his neighbor a wake up call. Dom pics the neighbors door with a card and walks in non shelantly. He heads to the guys room and wakes him up.

"What time is it, what the hell, who the- what the-"

Dom pulls his gun

"lets take a walk"

as i wait for my brother to return i tie up John, he tries asking me who me and my brother are " who are you gu- " i cut him off and smack him in the head...shut up you card counting asshole, i should cut your eyes out...who knows maybe i will.

Dom walks in at the perfect time and pulls a knife out and hands it to his brother.

"Hes a man of his word too."

dont worry bro im sure he knows that, i take the knife and look at it...i need him to be able to see for now, besides i dident know the guy next door would look this bad...i mean he dont look like hes capable of shit, forget about carving eyes out haha, we need to tie him up as well.

Dom throws him in the chair and ties him up.

"What the hell is going on." He asks

"Were just partyin man. Aren't you having good time?"

"No." the neighbor replies and Dom replies by hitting him with a hard right hook. Blood sprays from his mouth.

"How bout now?"

i reply to my brother " im guessing hes not ", i turn to John, let me tell you why were here...see recently you cheated a casino you shouldent have, now the guy you fucked over sent us here to kill you...now im not sure how i want to kill you yet so im going to make some coffee, i look at my brother " want some?" he responds yes, i turn back to John ok you do have a coffee pot in the kitchen right? he replies " fuck you " my face turns red in anger " really?" ok, i walk into the kitchen and grab a fork then walk back to John and stick the fork in his leg...as he begins to scream i put duck tape over his mouth and reply to Dom " ok i seen a coffee pot so were allset " i turn back to John " ok so heres the deal i held my temper pretty well there, im going to make coffee and my brother here is going to twist that fork around in your leg if you piss us off anymore. " Dom come in the kitchen for a minute we need to about the...you know frame plan "

Heres what up thinking.

Dom lights up a cigarette and puts his gloves on.

We throw him from the balcony. And somehowe make it look like a tussle went down between the two. We just need to find a reason to do so. However. The other guy has seen our face.