Day one of the new me and yes that means no cocaine no alcohol and a steady appetite of lead. Business is normal, I had to clear some names from a list I was was sent but nothing too special. With my new new cleansed mind I realize I need to make so money and killing people a few times a week is not enough anymore. 

So I started too search throughout Las Vegas, through the Strip and through every back alley. Then I stumbled upon the next best thing an brothel that looked to have a lot of problems. It was very deserted an only had three parked cars in there parking lot. I creeped out of my car and strolled over to the front door. i felt an muscular arm shove me back a little. I looked up to see an 6'2 250 pound man that could take on a lion. Let's just say he must of been more powerful than me. 

"Can I please go through sir?" 

'Sorry we are currently closed company meeting." 

"Okay then I will come back later then". I then go back to my car and pretend to re enter the car. But in reality I grab my shotgun from the trunk and walk straight back to the bouncer. I rest the barrel on his chin and say - "Move or be moved". The bouncer walks down the ramp and walks away from the area. 

I then slowly open the door and it slowly squeaks till it is completely open and leads down an small narrow corridor to the main lobby door. I kick the door open and walk in with my shotgun held and aimed infront of me as I walk inside. In the middle of the room, sitting around an pole dancer sliding down an shiny pole, are three men in suits talking loudly. They all turn around and look at me. An bouncer walks too me and points towards the door "Leave before this gets ugly bitch". 

I swing the shotgun down and it slams against his legs and falls beneath the force and lands straight in the back of his head. I then let his face handle two shots of my shotgun and his face explodes and some chunks covered in blood hit me straight in the face. I walk over to an nearby table and wipe it off with an napkin. 

The three mobsters stare out with me with dropped jaws and they all clutch there guns. I calmly smirk and say "Don't do it unless you want to end up like your friend here". I then calmly reload my shells and shove it down into the shotgun and put it over my shoulder. But of course an smart ass wipes his gun out of his and aims at me. I flip my shotgun and pull the trigger and an shell hits him straight the shoulder and he drops down. He starts to moan in pain and I keep on an intense smirk and look at the other two. They immediately drop their weapons and I tell them to face the wall. I then reload and laugh as I throw my shotgun on an nearby table and I grab my switchblade from my right pocket. I throw the blade and it goes straight into the wall right next to the one guys back of his face. I sit down and say "So this is how it's gonna work boys you either give me the papers for this place or I get to redecorate the whole place with your fucking blood". 

"It's in the office, the keys are beheind the bar". I walk over to the bar and grab the cold key and slam it into the lock of the office door. I open it and find the papers in one of the desk drawers. I walk out close the door beheind me and keep the keys for myself. I then walk back ot the shaking men against the wall and exclaim "You work for me, so go clean yourself and I better see you hear the next morning".

They sprint out the back door and leave the club. I sit down on an chair and call over the waiter and order an drink. But only for cheers.