So upon my release from prison I managed to catch up with Jezebel and get myself back on my feet. 10 years is a long time to be out of the game so I needed to make sure I never lost my touch. Over a few day span I ran some errands for Jezebel, nothing big just collections and a few beatings due to a few uncooperative business owners. However last night was the worst so far... just relaxing at a restaurant in downtown Philly at the bar. They were drinking so unless prohibition was over they had connections.

So here I was sitting at the bar at 11 at night with no booze. I was fresh out of prison so I didn't know who were criminals, cops, crocked cops or any of that bull... so I kept to myself as I started hearing this guy talking to one of his buddies about rumors that the son of a former Vegas gangster got out of prison on a deal made with the feds. The friend responded by saying he had no idea he had a kid.

Pissed off that I'm sitting here drinking a fucking soda I raise the glass to my lips and say "I guess he got around" followed by a slight chuckle.

The two men looked in my direction and said "Who the fuck are you?". Sitting there sipping my drink I respond "I'm his son KL!...I assume you two knew my father?".

The two man sat and stared for a few seconds... they looked to be in their 50s. One replied "Not to familiar with him...I only know important people!... so tell me kid what's your story?... your talent so to speak."

Facing forward I say calmly "Making things disappear!". Both men stare at me as one says "So what your a magician?".

I lock eyes with the one who made the comment and said "Something like that yea." I stand up and before heading out I make one final remark. "If you gentlemen ever book a party I'm your magician!". I then walk out of the establishment and sit in my car across the street. I was fuelled with rage...I didn't know my father but that wasn't the point. It was the disrespect towards me and my family name.

At 1 am both men come out drunk. I locked onto the guy who made the comment about my father and me being a magician. The friend stumbled down an alley as my target walked towards his car on the side of the building. I jump out of my car and approach the guy. As he goes to get in his car I grab his shoulder and as he turns around I start punching him repeatedly until he could no longer fight back. I then drag him to my car and stuff him in the trunk and walk back across to the restaurant and touch the guys car. I then drive the guy out to an abandoned factory. It was a 10 minute drive so by the time we arrived he was banging on the trunk to get out.

With my pistol in hand I open the trunk and throw him to the ground as I fire about 8 shots into his body. I then bury the guy behind the factory and head home.

The next day I saw in the papers that the feds were baffled on the fact that 48 year old Jimmy Williamson was missing and his body was not in the burning car that belonged to him. In fact no one knew where he was. I sat in my home looking at the article and laughed a little as I said aloud "The Magician... yea that works". 

As I sit there reading the paper seeing this missing person that just disappeared out of no where I started getting this same feeling I got years ago. So later that day I decided to meet up with KL to see what was new and if there was anything I could help him with.

I asked him to meet me at the deli on main street, but when I got there I had this eery feeling that I was being watched. I brushed it off as nothing, a few moments later KL showed up sat down beside me with our backs to the wall so we had every angle to look at ahead of us.

It seemed as though he was hiding something so of course I tried to dig it out but when I tried I was told nothing was wrong and everything was fine.

So as we sat there talking about business we see this black car drive by slowly. Without hesitation we get up from the table reach for our guns then next thing you know the car peels off. Me and KL look at each other and agree to go to a safer spot where we know Noone will be watching us.

We continued to our usual meeting place...

After finding a safe quiet place me and Jezebel sit down as I explain things a little better. I figure after the whole black car incident I owe it to her to fill her in on the whole situation so she could prepare herself better.

"J...last night I went to that restaurant downtown and I was minding my own business when two guys started mouthing off about my father. I sat there and minded my own business... well we exchanged a few words nothing major. I waited outside until they came out. One guy left and the big mouth was the one who didn't get away. I buried him at the abandoned factory 10 minutes away from the downtown area. I also torched his car."

I knew Jezebel would be unhappy but she knew my life, well at least until I went away. I sat back and waited for her to respond.

Sitting there with my legs crossed and a cigarette in one hand staring at KL with an eyebrow raised.

"honestly I'm surprised you didn't take em out at the bar." 

I giggled

"So your father owned a hotel in LV thinking on doing anything with that?"

I sit there puffing on try cigarette with thoughts of rebuilding an empire that was such a huge success before. 

Sitting back in the old wooden chair I begin to think. While listening to this thing I couldn't help but feel like this chair had seen its days.

"I don't know J. I mean I would like to do something with it. However I have no connections in Vegas... that was your relatives and my father. And who knows how long the thing has been sitting there rotting away. I mean maybe we can move the name here to Philly and start fresh. Looking at this in terms of profit any business we open will bring in cash and that's the best thing for business right?."

I get up from the chair that was about to make me have a bad day and walk up to the near by wall and rest one arm on it and begin to think while waiting for Jezebel to hit me with some suggestions.

looking back to KL with some ideas already brewing in my mind thinking of the times being in that hotel and the legacy must love on.

"yes setting up in South Philly would be the perfect place to get a legacy to live on. There were alot stories I've heard from relatives about what happened at the hotel and all the romances. We will have to make some unforgettable memories and make that place thrive like it did in LV."

looking back at KL winking and smiling.

I grab a more sturdy chair and put it directly in front of Jezebel locking eyes with her with a serious look. I lean forward in the chair still keeping my eyes locked on hers.

"Listen J...I have no problems setting up here in Philly and re building what was once a fine establishment in Vegas. However a lot has changed!. If the stories are true from the old hotel then things would be slight different. Your sitting in a prestigious position right now, a lot higher then when we was kids... and when our relatives was operating in Vegas. So money would have to be kicked up to you from the place. Then it goes from you to the boss and I see that to be great earning potential. But the power has shifted see my father had more pull then I did, therefore you can't work with me like our relatives did. Your my boss and I need you to do what's right for business. Your higher up the food chain then me understand?. So if you want this to happen I'm all for it but we need to plan accordingly. You know me well, I'm ruthless but a business man at heart."

as I sit there in front of KL looking back into his eyes I begin to lean forward. 

" I couldn't agree more with you. But the thing is your father left a legacy that he wanted you to take over. Sure there was some situations that happened but that has all been taken care of.

So we need to discuss where we are going to do from here on out."

"hmm where to go from here?...I say downtown Philly. Business thrives downtown and I'm sure there's land open down there for the development. You know any contractors who can take on this project?."