This was the day Vincent Thought to himself while he smoked on his cigar. He knew he needed something big to make some more money to go to the next level in this life of ours. He was walking by the "Industrial District" Of Las Vegas hoping to find a business that was making too much money and not paying his dues to the Don. He found a good old family concrete business that had been there for generations they were usually good on payments but this month it was different, Vincent remembered seeing their trucks all around town but did not remember them paying their dues. Vincent had killed many men before over business, it had to happen and i felt nothing when it came to the action. Life was a fucked place and it was every man for themselves, if i had to take someone life so i can continue to live and be rich so fucking be it. He made way into the building and found the man who seemed as if he owned the place.

"Why has the boss told me to come? I thought you were a business who respected us, we keep you safe ans you repay us with a spit in the fucking face? You think all of this is a fucking joke bud? because you fucked up and your going to have to pay for it".

At this instance Vincent flashed his .357 to the man, The man jumps under the table and a shot goes off, Charlie was hit in the leg and ran up to the man putting a shot in his chest, the guy drops to the ground and Charlie collapses to the ground. He yells out to his bodyguard who was outside. A silence fills the air and he realizes the man isin't dead you could year his breaths. He used all his strength to stand up and hobble over to the man laying in a pool of his own blood.

"What the fuck did i tell you? You should have had the money, you just fucked your business and your family with this one. we will be back to burn it to the ground and all of your kids your kids kids they're dead you fuck"

Charlie spat on the guy and unloaded his clip into the mans chest.