The sirens were going off, it was dark, I had no idea where I was running. The only thoughts going through my mind were to escape. If I got caught, I was dead. They had been searching for me for years. Ever since I got out of the slammer for the drug dealing, I had left a trail of destruction and crime. Numerous times I was arrested. By every time nothing could be proved.

This time things were different, however. I had killed another man. And Their were witnesses. I knew that if I was caught, I would suffer the death penalty, no matter if it could be proved or not. The sirens were getting closer. I saw a fence and jumped it. Damn, that was not a nice landing. I think I have turned my ankle. Oh well, the pain I am suffering now is bearable compared to that of dying. I just had to keep running. Get out of the city and into the forest. I would be safe there...

After hiding out for quite some time now I decided that I needed a new life, a new me. it was then that i learned about my sisters tragic accident that i decided to move to Philly and start from there. Being in Philly for some time now I've met the most amazing people who accepted me as one of their own. No matter all the trouble I had in the past.

Even though I came here to follow in my sisters foot steps and take over the business she ran with her soon to be husband, It seemed like there was something else she needed to do before continuing on her sister legacy. I was in contact with a few friends that said I needed to meet someone who would have all the answers I was looking for.

He was a very close friend to KL, I was told he was living down in Detroit in an old run down apartment, in the middle of town. Without hesitation, I grab my coat, put on my shoes and continued to head to see this man who I was told had some answers I was looking for. A few hours later I arrived at the old run down apartment building seeing the paint peeling off the walls, boarded up windows, also a lot of men just hanging around the building staring at me knowing I'm not from around here.

I walk into the building continue to walk up the stairs going around squatters in the hallways, I reach the 3rd floor, look down at the piece of paper with the address, walking down the hallway making sure to keep to myself, I find myself in front of his door "24", I start to knock as I hear someone yell in the background.

"Yeah! who is it!" The man mumbled.

I clear my throat and begin to speak up.

"My name is Jezebel, I was told that a friend of KL's Lived here?"

all of a sudden everything went quiet, then suddenly the door opened...

Upon opening the door I see a women who appeared to be banged up a bit. "KL!, yea he was a friend of mine. Never seen you around here before so I assume you came for some answers right?. Come on in and have a seat, there's a lot of assholes in this building."

As Jezebel takes a seat on the couch I sit down next to her, I light a smoke and offer her one as well.

"So what do you want to know?."

As he offers me a cigarette, I nod and begin to reach for one as my hands begin to shake.

"Well, first off, how well did you know KL, my sister and him were very close and was just trying to see what I could find out about them. Did you know Luxuria as well?"

Sitting there taking puff after puff on the cigarette, my hands start to calm down. I look at the man with complete pain in my eyes.

"Also I'm sorry what is your name sir."

I sit back to wait to hear what he has to say.

"Names Darmody, and I met KL when I was a kid, grew up together. I never met your sister, I didn't see KL for years!, spoke with him once in a while. I ugh was in war for a few years over in Germany, from my understanding KL made a name for himself in Philly. Last I heard things didn't go well for him and he met his fate."

I take a puff of my cigarette.

"That's the way it goes in that line of work, powerful one minute, dead the next!... no one is untouchable. So what's your story?, You ok?, looks like you banged yourself up a bit."

"Oh nice to meet you Darmody, Yeah we all grew up together, I've never really hung out with that crowd but my sister was always there in the mix of things. Yeah they both didn't get out of Philly alive unfortunately."

I look at Darmody, as I take another puff of the cigarette before putting it out.

"That's the only thing I don't like about our line of work, No one gets out safely, My story you ask? well... I'm in the same line of work as everyone else here, I have some people I trust and some that I don't. Makes everyday a challenge for me."

Looking over at Darmody, I kindly ask him if he has anything to drink, knowing that this is going to be a long night.

Putting out my cigarette I get up and walk to the kitchen.

"I have whiskey, got non alcoholic stuff as well." As I wait for Jezebel to respond I ask "So what's your situation right now?, if you don't mind my asking. Don't look like your from here, and as I said you look a bit roughed up."

I look up at Darmody, raise an eyebrow towards him while I smile.

"Whiskey please, No I'm not from here. I traveled all the way from Philly that's where I'm staying at the moment in the Hotel that KL built actually. I got into some trouble before I came to see you, You know the kind of trouble that some people would make them lose sleep over."

Sitting there with the glass of whiskey in my hand I look at Darmody, Raise my glass and nod at him before drinking it straight back.

I take a seat with the bottle of whiskey, I pour a glass and lean back.

"Well, I guess he did open a Hotel, he always told me he would. Well Ms. Jezebel, I have time so please explain your situation. Maybe its a situation I can help you out of."

I take another sip of whiskey and wait for Jezebel's response.

"Well before I came here, I got in some trouble and well I killed a man that was involved in some shady stuff with a lot of women, I took care of what needed to be done though, so no worries there at all. But I'm afraid his men are coming after me."

Leans forward to grab the glass of whiskey to take another drink, Reaching into my purse to grab another cigarette.

After listening to Jezebel's problems, I sit back and ponder the situation, taking a sip of whiskey I lean forward. "Well Ms. Jezebel, you say your from Philly, first place they will look for you is there, and the hotel you spoke of. I would make some calls back home, find out what you can, who's coming after you?, when?, how?. In the meantime you can stay here, you sleep on the couch... your safe here, I mean someone tried to rob me a few days ago but I assure you it won't happen again. But the choice is yours, your a long way from Philly and I wouldn't recommend looking for a place to stay when you don't know your way around."

I pour another glass of whiskey and offer Jezebel some more.

"I will help you. Once you find out who's chasing you, we can lead them somewhere, ambush them... your sister was going to marry a friend of mine. Although they didn't make it, I owe it to KL to keep his wife's sister safe."

"Thank you, but I don't want to impose, I'm sure I could get a hotel."

Darmody asks me if I would like another glass of Whiskey, without hesitation I nod and reach forward.

After sitting there listening to Darmody give some advice what to do, I rush to the phone and get in touch with a long time friend who knows whats going on every minute of the day. After doing some digging around I found out some interesting stuff...

"Well... I found out that there are 3 guys after me, they found out I'm not in Philly at the moment and will be looking for me soon, I'm sure. The man I killed his name was Antonio Russo. Very well known to the public in Philly. His brother Sergio Russo and his two goons are looking for me, I don't know when but last thing I heard they were leaving Philly."

Sitting there with a worried look on my face, I drink back the whiskey and puff back the cigarette.

"The last thing I want to do is bring you trouble. I just came here to find out about KL."

I sit there and listen to Jezebel as she downs more whiskey. 

"Well as far as KL goes I covered all I knew about him until my 2 year departure, the brief phone calls here an there were just to catch up really. At the end of the day he made a mistake and in this line of work there's no room for mistakes!."

I take a quick inhale of the cigarette "Now as for the guys after you, I think it's best if I help you, I can't send you out in Detroit with people tracking you. My guess if they left Philly then they have an idea on where you are, and I would expect them by no later then tomorrow morning. So I would advice we come up with a plan, maybe make a few calls. Don't worry about bringing trouble here... the building is a shithole and besides I told you I'm not going to have you roaming Detroit with 3 men looking for blood."  

"Ok if you insist, I would love the help. Also to finally be able to sleep at night again without the worry of these men coming after me."

Bringing the cigarette to her mouth, inhaling like there was no tomorrow.

"So we need a plan, I usually just take it day by day so do you have any suggestions? I thank you for the help too I don't know anyone that would help out a stranger like you would."

Sitting there smoking on the cigarette and drinking back the whiskey thinking to myself that this is going to have some help in me having a good sleep tonight, I can't even remember the last time I've got a good night sleep.

As I sat there thinking of a plan Jezebel had nodded off, I couldn't blame her, seemed as though she had been through hell and back. I sat and thought up a plan, I knew that Sergio and his two goons would show eventually. That night I slept near my living room window, all night I was up and down keeping watch, I noticed Jezebel was sleeping well which was good because if she had an encounter with one of these men she needed to be rested.

Around 6am I hear tires screech along the pavement, Jezebel was still asleep. I quickly grabbed my pistol and strapped my knife to my leg under my pants. My window was slightly open as I hear one of the men say "C'mon guys!, this broad is around here somewhere!."

Letting Jezebel sleep I open my door quietly and make my way down the stairs to the building exit, halfway down I run into two of the men. Acting very calm I ask "you gentlemen looking for someone?" The goons look at me as one replies "none of your business asshole."

Still remaining calm I say to the goon "I'm the landlord so I figured I could help, guess not. Carry on Gentlemen." After walking down a few steps one of the goons stops me "HOLD ON!, we are looking for someone, got any residents names Jezebel here?." Staring at the goons I reply "yea she rented out a room from me last night, wrong building though gentlemen she is across the street." The goons follow behind me as I lead them to the door in the building across the street. One goon stayed outside and kept watch as the other two accompanied me to the door. I stood behind the men, one guy knocked and got no answer, he ordered the other goon to go check the stairs to make sure she wasn't trying to escape. I left the guy at the vacant apartment as I followed the other one to the stairs, when we were out of sight from the guy at the door I very quietly grabbed my knife, reached around and cupped the guys mouth while slitting his throat. I wipe the blood clean from my blade using the guys suit before tucking it away.

I then return to the other goon at the door, I see at this point he is frustrated as he kicks the door in and enters the apartment. I walk in behind him as the guy says "place is empty, the fuck are you?." Looking at the goon I reply "just a friend!."

I pull my pistol out and fire a shot off that goes right through the guys eye. Having to think quick I ran to the window in the vacant apartment and opened it, I stuck my head out the window and yelled to the last goon who I assumed was Sergio "HEY I JUST HEARD A SHOT!, I THINK YOUR FRIEND'S IN TROUBLE."

I heard the guy down below in rage as he came into the building. I was certain Jezebel woke up from the commotion, I sat in the building waiting for Sergio, unless Jezebel got him first.

"Jesus Christ Darmody, what have you fucking got yo-yourself into this time," Ducking from behind the goons car, trying to hotwire so he can use it for his chop-shop, Scratchy jumps at the sounds of the bullet. A few moments later as he leaves from the car door, shutting it quietly as dawn approaches the horizon - the birds start chirping - he hears his work partner shout something out the window, not being able to hear the commotion as in his own bubble, he hears cars from all angles seemingly with their ignition on, getting out of dodge.

Looking over the top of the car - he see's a man run into the building, with a shotgun in hand - Scratchy runs towards the nearest dumpster, for plan B - taking out a snub-nosed revolver. Exiting the alley way - he runs towards the building where the enraged brute ran into - fast walking into the building, he knew the police would arrive any minute as the surroundings was heavily Civilian populated, yet following through the doors, entering the building - the footsteps echo'd as the goon starts yelling out for his friends,

"Chuck, John?!" In a irritated yet anxious yelling sporadic moments, in a deep heavy breath, Scratchy starts yelling as he enters the building, "Whoa, whoa - buddy, your friend just came out of the building - said there was a back entrance with a ladder - he got the fuck out of dodge, you should to," yelling with an obscene amount of echo - the footsteps stop, and start climbing downwards. 

As the guy with the shotgun points the weapon towards Scratchy, the goon reaches the last step - while he was waiting, Scratchy straps the  snubnose to his waist, eye to eye, barrel to face Scratchy lets out, 

"I'm just here on a business call, yo-you don't want to do this," With two steps from the entrance doors - Scratchy hears the pebbles crunch underneath his feet, with the sun rising - coating the building in half shadow and light - they both end up outside with tension rising. With the sound of faint sirens in the far distance - the guy with the shotgun, looks from side to side as his index finger begins to squeeze on the trigger finger..

I suddenly jump up from the couch that I fell asleep on after hearing all the commotion going on outside. I decided to peak out the window, As I look out the window I see one of the Russo brothers heading into the building across the street. I quickly jump up grab some guns from my bag that I brought along with me. I run downstairs to see what the hell was going on.

"Darmody! Who the hell is this!" I start to scream as I duck behind a car to get cover just in-case something goes horribly wrong..

 A few moments later I see Darmody walk out of the building like nothing happened with who I'm guessing is his friend.

"Is everything ok? I didn't expect this why didn't you wake me."

Standing there as I look at the two with smirks on their faces.

As Jezebel crosses the road she completely blurs out Sergio who was nearby. Me and Scratchy were acting as if we didn't know her, but it was for good reason. I notice Sergio's eyes light up as he starts to turn his shotgun in Jezebel's direction, her eyes get wide as she realizes now what the commotion was. I shove Jezebel of the sidewalk behind the front end of the car as Sergio fires his shotgun, which strikes the car.

With my ears ringing from the blast both me and Scratchy light the guy up with bullets and voices scream in the distance. By this point there was no time to talk, I turn to Jezebel and say "The guys that were looking for you are done!, now lets go we need to get you away from here so you can get back to Philly safely."

I then look to Scratchy "thanks for you help, ill be seeing you at the shop soon, ill stop in after I get Jezebel away from here."

Scratchy then wisely gets the hell out of the area as I rive off with Jezebel.