In a basement somewhere...

"So who is this guy?" That was Ray a made guy in the Burrata crew he spoke in a thick Brooklyn accent "He looks just like some punk from the street. Nobody real important tell me again Phil why did we snatch this guy."

"He's the guy who's been stealin all our trucks that's who."That was Phil an enforcer with the Burrata crew, their most feared hitman that wasn't afraid to do all the dirty work. Rumor has it that he got pulled over by the cops one night with a dead body in the passenger seat in plain view he managed to talk his way out of it. "He's the guy who took the radios and made the big guy upstairs unhappy."

"Yeah yeah whatever I had to leave my girl to take care of this shit." Ray continued "My lady doesn't like it whenever I get up and leave you think Mr. Burrata is scary when he's pissed just wait til you see her I'd rather take a pissed off Mr.Burrata over her anyday."

Mac was tied up with a bag on his head he was on his way home from the bar just a regular night for him until he got home. They saw him as soon as he came back to New York in fact as soon as he came off that plane from Vegas he was already screwed. When he opened the door he was hit in the head by a lamp and blacked out and ended up here with these two.

"So big guy you comfy?"Phil asked Mac "Soo... do you have any idea how you got in this mess in the first place Mac?"

Mac said nothing

"Here's a hint those trucks you stole belong to Mr. Burrata and he ain't happy.

A couple days earlier at the Caged bird

Mac was enjoying a couple drinks with Jimmy a connected guy with the Hooters crew. Mac knew Jimmy ever since they met when Mac was doing some time in prison after he got caught robbing the corner store. Jimmy was the guy who gave Mac jobs after being given jobs from another guy  but Mac was the guy who had to go out and actually do all the work.

"So listen I got this job for ya." Jimmy said in between drinks "The Burrata's have got this big truck with Radios coming in they stole it from The Greeks who stole it from the Irish. They think it's cursed or something prove it is. Take the truck it's coming in from some warehouse in Jersey City tomorrow night and headed into the city."

"Alright so I take the truck, sell the merchandise, I take sixty and you take forty percent right?"

"You get forty percent asshole and hey after you do this I'll put in a good word for you."

Back in the basement present day

"I heard you got a pretty young chick you're seeing lives right next door." Phil said "Name's Sally right? you must be thinking about her right now so we sent someone to go pick her up."

"She had a nice rack too." Ray added laughing "Maybe once you're out of the picture me and her can hookup."

Mac said nothing he was still tied up in that basement with the bag over his head powerless unable to do anything. Sally was a sweet girl she worked across the street at the coffee shop. He lied to her and told her that he was a door to door furniture salesman anything to keep her safe and away from the dangerous world he lives in.

"I also heard that you were connected to the hooters crew." Phil continued "We don't know much about them but if they're going to be a pain in our ass their days are probably numbered."

Phil reaches for a saw

"If you know anything about them you should probably speak now."

Later that night

"Christ what the hell happened here?" Detective Sanders said as he looked down at the dead body. "One hell of a mess. I ain't seen anything this bad since Chicago in '29."

It was a massacre there were thirty dead bodies, lots of bullets, and guns all over the place. Whoever was responsible wanted to make sure that nobody got out alive even if they had to die themselves.

Detective Sanders looks over at a tipped over chair with some rope and a left behind paper bag. He looks at it very carefully while he smokes a cigar he takes a body count and thinks somebody was tied up to that chair and that somebody is missing.

"I think we may have just found our killer."

A couple hours earlier in the basement

A knock is heard at the door

"Looks like that sweet gal of yours is here." Phil said putting down the saw "We'll do this later. Ray let them in we'll go to work on her first and make Romeo over here watch."

It wasn't Sally the door instead it was The Greeks followed by their leader Nicholas Constantine they were based up in Yonkers but every now and then they did a little business in the city. They controlled a few bookies and ran a small gambling operation many of the other crews didn't really mess with them as long as they left them alone. All of that went to shit when they stole the shipment from the Irish.

"So you bastards think you can steal from me?" Constantine said "I tell ya you guys got some balls. Ah well time to-"

Before he could finish he was interrupted by the Irish who stormed in angry shouting with their guns drawn. They were led by Charlie Sullivan and based out of Queens. Unlike the Greeks they were a bigger operation and if you steal from them they kill your whole family. If there is one thing you should know before coming to New York it's don't fuck with the Irish.

"At last I get to see the thieves who stole my shit." Charlie said "Tell me did you feel smart thinking I wouldn't find out?"

"What the hell is this the league of nations?" Phil said "Do me a favor and tell St.Patrick to suck my -" Before he could finish he was shot in the head and all hell broke loose.

Bullets started flying in the midst of all this chaos Mac manages to get rid of the rope tying him down and get untied from the chair. He removed the bag from his head and ducks. All he can hear is gunshots and shouting he waits until it's silent and then makes his escape he leaves the basement and heads for the street.

The Sun Rises And The Sun Sets

At any given moment, anyone of us can be robbed of this God given beauty. Nobody on this earth is exempted from the dark side.

If only you were a cat with nine lives? The reality and answer is we are not cats nor dogs. However, cats do out live dogs of any breed, so to answer MacDonald.

The dog is the one who took the time to send a documented threat. The dog lost. May he rest in piss.

As the sun rises, I wish all Mothers a Happy Mothers' Day!

Trump will make our days happier!