Thicker Than Water (A 50's Mafia RP) O//A

[Harmonious Zen]

Las Vegas, 1953
A shining Utopia among the Desert, Las Vegas is the capital city of Vice and Sin with its dozens of casino's and resorts that entertain the rich and powerful. But behind the scenes lies the dark powers that run the city. Gangsters, crooked cops, up and coming gangs rule the streets in this post war wonderland, and are constantly hounded by the officers of the LVPD and the Feds. Even those among the ranks of the Elite mobs aren't safe from treachery. There are a few sayings tossed around here too, but the best known is 'Blood....it's Thicker Than Water" (Story created through a collaboration of nefret2011, Lizmutt, Unedited Sky, Harmonious Zen, imycool, Amayne and 25 cent_ D A N C E)

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PROFILE SKELETON/PROFILES

[Harmonious Zen]

♠♦♣♥LIKE A FELLA ONCE SAID ♠♦♣♥


The Auditorre family made their fortune in mid-19th century Italy, during the wars for independence. They were infamous in the black market for smuggling and selling arms, though the Italian government could never catch them. But by the turn of the 20th century, rival families and economic problems forced the family to look for other prospects. In 1905, family head Frederico Auditorre took his young wife Camilla, 3 year old son Tidus, and a few other key family members to America. They discovered over a hundred acres of land being auctioned near a railroad and bought large amounts of it. That same year, a city was founded called "Las Vegas".

As the city grew, the family flourished. By the time World War I broke out they were well situated and already had a hold on the seedier part of the city. Not even the "Great War" could affect their business. When Mussolini came to power in 1922, Frederico was shrewd enough to publicly dismiss him as a tyrant, saving the family from some of the racial prejudice against Italians. That same year, their second son came as the result of a late in life pregnancy. Named Maximilian, the boy became fondly known as "Jaycee". Unfortunately, the pregnancy was too much for Camilla and she died shortly after.

Las Vegas did not suffer much from the Great Depression. In 1931, gambling was legalized and the business was enough to keep the city a head above the rest of the nation. Ever the clever man, Frederico invested a lot in the growing casinos. By the time he died alcohol poisoning in 1935, he'd left his eldest son a pseudo-empire. Tidus was 33 and married, but childless. The couple had tried for years, but without much luck. With the pressure to produce an heir, Naomi finally did give birth in 1938...to a girl named Libera. Despite the couples effort, their daughter (nicknamed Era) would be their only child.

In 1941, Pearl Harbor was bombed, throwing America into World War II. Jaycee, along with some other members of the family were drafted and spent the war in the South Pacific. Meanwhile, the family continued to make a bigger name for themselves, until "Auditorre" was only spoken in whispers around the casinos. While the family was relieved that Jaycee came back from the war in 1945, all was not well for long. Naomi died in 1948 from a car crash that many believed to be foul play. In the years following, Tidus began to jokingly call his daughter Era the "heir apparent", causing many in the patriarchal family no small amount of displeasure. It grew worse when he married Henrietta Morris, whom everyone in the family suspected to be a gold digger.

The year is now 1953. The Auditorres are THE mafia family to know in Las Vegas. They have a finger in every pie and a stranglehold on the city's economy. But that doesn't mean they're invincible. Tidus was found dead in his home, murdered. Era, living in the same house, was left mysteriously unharmed. Now both Era and leadership of the family go to Jaycee and his fiance Hanna. The police, who have long since struggled with the Auditorres, are not satisfied with the supposed "robbery gone wrong" the family members claim killed their patriarch. They're planning to launch an investigation into it and uncover something they can use to finally take the family down.


♠♦♣♥AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD ♠♦♣♥

[Harmonious Zen]

♠♦♣♥HOUSE RULES♠♦♣♥






1) This is a Literate to Semi-Literate roleplay meaning that I expect you to know how to type with few grammatical errors. I know that sometimes we slip up and spell things wrong or something along the lines of that but I don't want to constantly see a paragraph that makes absolutely no sense what so ever. Not only that but I don't want any chat speak (R U A COP!? MAFIOSO 4 LYFE!!), I want everything to be in third person and use "Quotation" marks when your character is speaking.

2) When you post I want there to be at least 2 paragraphs, or you have to at LEAST type the same amount as your writing partner. I don't think it's fair that the person you are talking to is writing 4 paragraphs and your only giving 1 in return. So if you don't think you can handle role playing with someone who writes a lot then don't attempt it. Also please avoid one liners at all cost!! if your not sure what to write have some kind of mental internal dialogue. Bam! there's at least a paragraph to work with right there.

3) Fighting and cursing is allowed obviously but you have to keep it to a minimum so it isn't overwhelming and it isn't breaking the TOS. Romance is a plus because I mean, when there is love in the air then that means more drama for us to deal with! However I do not allow any cybering in this role play, it is against Gaia's rules and while some of us may be adults there is a chance someone might be a minor...so lets just avoid that chance altogether.

4) Now for posting. What I expect is for you to post at least 3 times a week. If I see that you aren't keeping up with your posting quota then you are going to get kicked from here without a doubt. Besides that I want your posts to look nice, I don't want any half assed posting styles. Some people on here actually worked their butts off to make their posting styles look good so you should do the same. Not sure how? Ask around! I don't mind building you a basic but nice posting format if you need it

5) All profiles are to be sent directly to myself, nefret2011, or 25 cent_ D A N C E unless other wise posted. In the subject title I want the name of gang you want to be in and position like this, [Auditorre/Mafioso]. Do not post in the role play unless you have received a message from me saying that you are accept and can post. But feel free to post in the OOC thread and get to know the other rpers, though the chat is highly recommended upon being accepted. Also LISTEN TO THE MODERATORS!! They are an extension of me and should be treated as such, so if you undermine them, I'll will personally throw you out.

[Harmonious Zen]

♠♦♣♥THE SHAKERS AND MOVERS ♠♦♣♥



Auditorre Family


Don - Jaycee Auditorre
Godfather -
Underboss- Reserved
Consigliere - Beatrice Giovanni AKA "Mama Wolf or Dame"
Head Capo/Street Boss-
Caporegime- Hanna Ferraro
Soldier-
Soldier-
Informant-
Associate- Libera "Era" Auditorre

Police and the Feds

Chief-
Federal Agent - Agent Isabelle Salvatore
Commissioner-
Inspector-
Sergeant-
Detective- Kohaku Cooper
Officer- Julian Burns
Officer-
Informant-





The people of Vegas (always open to ideas)

Casino Dealer- Miles Jay Lincoln
Greaser/Mechanic- Otto "King" Barnes
'The Cleaner"- Zendello "Zero" Delitorri
Casino Bartender- Akane Cooper
The High Roller-
The Reporter- "Mr.Las Vegas" Michael Salvatore
The Disk Jockey-
Mob Wife - Henrietta "Hetty" Auditorre
The Hitman - C.T

[Harmonious Zen]

♠♦♣♥THE CASE FILES♠♦♣♥
(PROFILE SKELETONS)

♠♦♣♥A BOY WENT BACK TO NAPOLI ♠♦♣♥

THE FAMILY

Uno di Famiglia
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Police and Feds

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OTHERS

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♠♦♣♥BECAUSE HE MISSED THE SCENERY ♠♦♣♥

[Harmonious Zen]

RESERVED

[Harmonious Zen]

WANTED
-MOBSTERS, POLICE AND CIVILIANS-

So as you can see we have a lot of spots that need filling, but mobsters and Police are our two biggest spots that need filling. Also civilian spots are wanted as well to give life to our fiar city! please though NO HIRED GUNS!!! we have enough freelance hitmen and do not I repeat DO NOT!! need any more hitmen or freelance guns

[Harmonious Zen]

~OPEN~

[Unedited Sky]

Honestly Connie had expected better, for an extensive mob family that was supposed to have taken over the city of Las Vegas and was supposed to be dangerous to even speak of in a voice louder than a whisper, one would think that the home of their most important member would be more protected. But she had been circling the house for the better half of an hour, on foot, casing the joint to see if there were any signs of life, she could see no movement in the windows and as far as she could tell all of the vehicles in the immediate area of the home were empty so no hidden surveillance at all. It didn't make any sense. It was actually a little disconcerting, so much so that C.T had to pull from her pocket a folded envelope from her pocket that she had used to jot down details, scribbled on the white of the envelope was the address which after double checking C.T determined to match up, hell the model of car in the driveway even matched the model that Jaycee had given her as a reference. C.T briefly thought of looking over the photo of her target again, but decided that the extra layer of caution could be skipped, she knew what the man looked like, even without the photos in the envelope she would be able to point him out in a line up, now she just had to execute.

That was all it took to get C.T moving across the street to the home she had been checking out, bypassing the front door en route of another potential entrance she had saw around back, one that wasn't the back door, but an open window she had saw on the back of the house, not all the way open mind you, but enough for C.T to push her way through. The window sat above the back door which had a wooden outcropping something that a light woman like C.T could easily balance upon, without to much trouble. All it took was one silent jump and C.T was scaling onto the out cropping and quietly forcing the window open farther until she could reach up and pull herself into it, the window was surprising low to the ground when taken from the perspective of the inside of the house, it wasn't much of a drop for C.T once she was sitting on the window frame, so she was able to drop into the house silently, good thing too, because she had noticed on her way in that this was a bed room, and that there was an unmistakably human sized lump in the bed. C.T moved closer to check the bed, her eyes not adjusting for the darkness quite as fast she would have hoped but as she got closer she noted a full head of her, and upon stepping closer she could see that sleeping peacefully in her bed was the mark's daughter Libera, C.T was to leave her unharmed, so she did just that sneaking towards the girls slightly ajar door peeking out before she scuttled into the hall, deciding to click the door closed behind her.

In the immediate area there were 3 doors one was wide open and the other two were closed, the open door was, from what C.T could see, an office, but from her angle she couldn't see anyone inside, the door to her immediate left was again closed but it had a light emitting from the cracks and she could her sounds of life, and the door in front of her didn't seem to have a light on so she assumed it to be empty. C.T was going to try opening it to test her theory, but more noise came from the door to her left, the sound of flushing followed by running water, bathroom. C.T made the decision now to hurry into the office and wait behind the door for whoever it was to enter, she settled into position and waited, whoever it was washing their hands was taking their sweet time, but she'd let em, she didn't want to rush anything and end up getting herself shot. Eventually her patience seemed to have paid off, the door opened, and she heard the light being clicked off, before footsteps could be heard approaching the office on the hardwood floor. C.T waited, closed her eyes took a deep breath and counted the steps until they were upon her. She opened her eyes then and poked her head out seeing for the first time her target, at least from the back, but the profile was the same, and if it was a mistake she'd just clean her mess.

C.T lunged into action, the man was bigger than her, but she would used that to her advantage, as she pulled her blade from it's sheath in the mall of her back, in one motion she covered her target Tidus' lips with one hand, and with the other she used her knife to run a deep sawing line across his throat, she heard his muffled sounds of protest, but quickly took multiple steps back, pulling him down to the ground with him, she used her legs around his waist to lock his arms in place and from there she muffled his cries with both her hands allowing her cuts to do the damage as he bleed out, soon his cries turned to gurgles as the blood seeped into his airways she felt it safe to let go now, as he was coughing blood onto her hands, and he was getting heavy, so C.T released him, pushing her off of him as he rolled uselessly on to his side, still gagging on his own blood, C.T wanted to just leave him there, but she feared that Libera would awake and find him so she dragged him deeper into the room, where the slight noises he was making were even more muffled. She saw his hands moving to his throat to try and stop some of the blood flow, but she grabbed them and pinned them to his chest until his eyes started to roll into his head and his struggling stopped, and then he was gone. C.T took a deep breath, let out another sigh, and started to wipe the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her shirt until she noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes, instantly she was on her feet knife drawn ready to strike whoever it was that had walked in on her, but as her eyes met her new targets, she was frozen in place by the intensity of the gaze. C.T recognized the woman yes, Henrietta Auditorre, she was the Marks wife, a widow now, but she didn't have the look of a woman who had just witnessed her husbands murder, not she had this hungry look to her, one that C.T found almost delicious. Connie licked her lips, wiped the blood from her hands, and met the woman's gaze equally, her own spontaneous lust clouding her judgement, as this woman who should have become another target as soon as she entered C.T's line of sight, became a different sort of prey.

[Call Me Nefret]

Ｅｒａ ♫ Ａｕｄｉｔｏｒｒｅ

Where am I? Auditorre Main House: living room

Who are you? Various

What is this feeling? Grief-stricken, in shock

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Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me


It had only been a few days since Era had found her father's bloody, maimed corpse lying in his bed, with a blood trail leading from the hallway. Since then, she couldn't remember much. Everything seemed one giant parade of faces in front of her. The police man, asking her over and over again what had happened. No one could believe she hadn't seen or heard anything. She couldn't believe she hadn't heard anything. Her father had been in his death throes and she'd been peacefully asleep. That seemed so...traitorous somehow. As if the bond between father and daughter should have forced her awake to...to have done something.

The newly-orphaned girl sat in the middle of the couch, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers catching on the skirt of her black dress. Her step mother sat beside her, crocodile tears streaming down her face. People in black milled about the house. Whenever they passed the two females, they were sure to mutter things like "sorry for your loss" and "it was a beautiful service". Truth be told, Era couldn't really remember much of the service. Just the phrase "papa's dead" playing in her mind over and over again, like a strange kind of chant. She could remember vaguely eating something, although she couldn't recall what, exactly. There was a significant spread in the dining room, but who arranged it she couldn't tell.

The one thing she couldn't tune out, no matter how desperate she was to ignore her, was her step-mother. Although...she supposed she had no real relation to her. Her father had once suggested that Hetty legally adopt Era, in case of something like this. Hetty had downright refused. Era couldn't remember the reason she gave, not that it mattered. Era didn't want the woman to be her legal guardian anyway. She would much rather try her luck with her uncle and his fiance. Her father had always told her how close her mother had been to her brother-in-law. And if Naomi could love him, then Era could try as well.

"Thank you so much." Hetty gushed to someone passing by. Era couldn't tell if they'd said "lovely service" or "sorry for your loss", but that didn't stop Hetty from drinking in the attention. Another person walked up, Era wasn't sure how they knew her father or if they just knew of him, but Hetty seized the opportunity. "Yes, it's been so difficult." She said, wiping her eyes delicately. Era marveled that the woman could cry on command so well. "I don't know what I'll do without my Tidus." Era grit her teeth. "He wasn't yours." The words slipped out almost involuntarily. But she just couldn't stand this woman. She'd tried for nearly 2 years to like the woman that apparently made her father so happy, but Era couldn't help but feel she had the perfect Cinderella-esque evil stepmother. "What's that sweetheart?" Hetty leaned in close, putting a hand on Era's shoulder. The show of feigned affection was enough to set the self-contained girl off. "I said he wasn't yours." She said loudly. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence at her words. No longer able to endure the pitying glances, Era stood up and shouldered her way through the people. As she left she could hear Hetty dismissing her statement. "It's so hard on her. She's already lost her birth mother, you know."

Era just barely managed to make it to her room and close the door before tears came. With her back against the door, she slowly slid until she was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest. To think that her father had died and it was that woman that was still around. Era knew Hetty would leave the minute she didn't get anymore attention from her husband's death. But that moment seemed too far away. She wanted her gone. And everyone else. She wanted everyone gone so she could just be miserable.


Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me

[Harmonious Zen]

◄☠ Zendello 'Zero' Delitorri ☠►
✕ 'THE CLEANER' ✕

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Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
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Walking about the home Zero sighed boredly as he sipped some wine that had been offered out to the patrons of the service for the late Tidus Auditorre. For Zero the man's death was bittersweet really, he'd hoped he'd of been the one to off his best client but it seems someone had beat him to the punch....and done a beautiful job at that too. "I will never get these silly little services, I mean who thought about this celebration crap? 'Oh hey the guys a stiff, better get s**t faced and run around chasing the dead guys wife for some tail'....actually come to think of it I see why that's pretty fun" He mused to himself with a small laugh as he set down his glass on a random table and straightened out his coat. To Tidus and the mob, Zero was a 'cleaner'' meaning he fixed the messes of others and did a damn fine job at it...granted nobody was left alive after he was done but hey that's how they wanted it when he was called. But today he figured he'd scope out the new prospect, and hopefully get to keep his nice fat paychecks flowing in too.

Making his way over to the ever so 'distraught' wife and daughter Zero had his hands in his pockets as he whistled 'Mr.Sandman' to himself, not caring in the slightest about the few confused and angry glares that he was getting from a few people. It wasn't like anyone was gonna start a scene with him. Plus it was a damn catchy song too, he'd heard it the night before on the Galaxy News Radio, along with some info about that bomb testing out in the Mojave. Speaking of that testing he needed to reserve that sky room at the Lucky 38 Casino. Lou still owed him one too and considering his High Roller status there he was always wanted by the cocktail waitresses for more than just his money. But his thoughts were brought to a grinding halt as a small spat broke out between Hetty and Era? or was it Erza...or maybe Emma, or Ella. No, no pretty sure it was Era. But seeing this a golden opportunity to get in good with someone Zero waited till she walked away to follow the upset daughter of Tidus, waiting till she went off into her room before walking over to the door and lightly rapping on the door. "Era? it's Dean, Dean Martin? I'm not sure if you remember me but your father and I were good friends" He said, his words coated in so much honey it was starting to weird him out a little bit as he heard movement on the other side that allowed him to swing the door open a bit and slipped inside.

"Huh, either I've gotten much taller or you got a lot shorter sweetheart" He teased as he crouched down in front of the door as it closed behind them ], throwing the back of his coat out behind him as a small frown crossed his face. Reaching out he gently lifted the girl's face, seeing she was crying. For the first time Zero felt bad for the kid as he wiped away a stray tear, though the fact he was having the faintest feeling of pity was rare...only person he'd really had feelings for was his wife; but then that broad ran out on ********' b***h. "Hey kid, your lookin a lot worse for wear than your motha out there, wanna talk about it?" he asked, trying t play the white knight for her in hopes of a good contact. He was certain this girl would hire him up to off the clueless diva out in the main room, and while contract killing wasn't really his forte he didn't mind getting his hands a little dirty in that type of wetwork

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Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
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[Oxytocin Rush]

WHERE: Parlor xxx FEELING: On Edge xxx WHO: Mourners xxx WEARING: This

Why Miles had been invited to the funeral he was still not clear on... He'd only ever met the Mob boss once, and even then only in passing. The blond stood stiffly in the parlor, he held a crystal whisky glass in his hand and watched the people around him for cues on how he should be acting. Sad... Distraught... Was that guy smiling? And what was with the bight green hair? Was he a performer? Miles watched the weirdo eyeball Era and immediately follow the teen when she excused herself.

What a pig! The girl was sixteen years old, tops. People fawned over the new widow who hadn't stopped crying since the service. Not that he could blame her, She's just lost her meal ticket. And what a sweet meal ticket she had had. The blond glanced down at his drink and took a little sip. It tasted expensive.... And like poison. Straight whisky always tasted like poison to him. The widow breezed past him and Miles mumbled his condolences.

"Sorry for your loss."

It's not like she knew him... A server walked past with a tray of tinny crackers with things on them. The dealer snagged himself one that looked like ham. He needed to get some real food in him if he was going to drink so much.

Miles briefly wondered what the death of the Mob boss would do to his own current position... Would he get a promotion? That's probably not how it worked. Some other Italian would take the Boss's place or something. Miles would stay locked in his job for the rest of his life, or until he was no longer useful. Great. They'd take him out back and shoot him like an old dog when they were done with him... but they had the common decency to invite him to the funeral of a man he didn't even know?

The dealer snagged a second cracker snack and took a sip of his drink. How long should he stay? Until someone else left? Or could he just go now? Leaving first would be disrespectful... He should stay until at least two other's left. That would be good. He'd already said his condolences, now he just needed to stand there and look sad for a bit.

He did have to work tonight though...

[Call Me Nefret]

Ｅｒａ ♫ Ａｕｄｉｔｏｒｒｅ

Where am I? Auditorre Main House: Era's bedroom

Who are you? "Dean Martin"

What is this feeling? Aggrieved, confused

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Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me


Era was determined to remain in her room for the rest of the open house, to wait until everyone else had left. But then there was a knock on the door. A voice came through the wood. She frowned, struggling a bit to remember who Dean Martin was. Her father had had so many "friends" some she was allowed to talk to, others she was to stay away from. She couldn't remember which he was. But then...why one would of the bad ones willingly follow a crying teenage girl? She shuffled to the side just as the door opened. The man was vaguely familiar. He might have come over once or twice, or stopped by their table at the restaurant to chat with her father, she couldn't remember exactly.

Era blinked in surprise as the man crouched down in front of her and lifted her face, brushing some tears away. She wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone, definitely not a man she hardly knew, but she couldn't help a reply blurting out. "She's not my mother." She said, frustrated. It didn't take knowing the girl long to know that vehemence was out of character for her. She didn't usually voice negative opinions about anyone. But there was something about Hetty that was just especially horrid to her. "She's a floozy my father married out of loneliness." It wasn't like she thought her father would remain single forever, but to marry someone like Hetty completely floored her. Her mother had been so sweet and kind. This woman was completely selfish. She couldn't make sense of it, unless he didn't want to be reminded of his first wife so tried to get the farthest thing from her he could find.

It took her only a moment to realize that she was speaking so ill of her stepmother to someone she didn't really know. For all she knew, he could be good friends with Hetty as well. Or her uncle and aunt-to-be. The last thing she wanted was for it to get around that she was badmouthing someone. She had a hard enough time convincing people she wasn't a threat, ever since her father called her his heir. "I'm sorry." She said, her face a little flushed. She wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I just hate that he's not here and she is." As heartless as it sounded, if she'd had to pick a parent to lose the choice would have been easy. Then she would be sitting at the open house, sad only in outward appearance.


Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me

[Kink IV]

☞Ｄｏｎｎｉｅ☜





Donnie sighed as he slipped into the Mercedes Type 300 and onto the asphalt. He flipped the fedora onto his head with a flick of his wrist and quickly pinched his fingers together, the brim of the hat trapped between his fingers, before he smoothed any wrinkles in the fine fabric. He pulled the door to the small diner open and stepped inside, his polished shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor as he cascaded in. He approached the counter, the waitress smiling brightly and leaning on her arms dreamily as she smiled at Donnie. Donnie paused and looked her over once more and clicked his tongue as he winked, flashing her a row of his pearly white teeth. As the small hum of Frank Sinatra played from the lone jukebox in the corner he smiled more at the waitress as he eyes betrayed her stifling blush. Donnie chuckled and turned to face her, a hand slipping into the pocket of his slacks, the other motioning her closer. As she leaned closer he whispered in her ear.
"Where's Al, babydoll?"
She blushed at the title he had given her and she leaned back dinging the bell on the window that allowed view into the kitchen. A fat bald man peeked his head over the window sill then smiled and clapped excitedly as he shuffled from the kitchen and into the parlor of the diner. He flipped a greasy towel onto his shoulder, his white T-shirt faded a hints of yellow from grease stains and he spoke loudly and exorbitantly, resembling that of a shrill voice.
"My boy! How can I help you?"
As Donnie adjusted to the annoying voice of the man his gaze switched from the beautiful waitress to the stubby man. Donnie slipped his hand from his pocket and produced a small paper bag. He set it on the counter and the stubby man took it then disappeared into the kitchen to return a moment later with another bag of the same brown paper. He quickly wrapped the bag around the contents inside, the bag producing a rectangular shape that resembled a good stack of cash. Donnie flashed another smile and slipped the bag into the pockets of his jacket before he drummed his fingers once on the counter and turned on his toes, the shoes squeaking once more before he vanished from the store, the bell above the door dinging as he exited. He stepped outside and into the Mercedes once more, the door clicking shut as he slipped into the passenger seat. He nodded to his driver and reached down to pick up his smoldering cigar from the ashtray in the sleek red car. He gave the cigar a few more satisfying drags before he flicked the stub out of the car, admiring the fat knob bouncing across the street, and into the gutter. He leaned back and swallowed abruptly before turning to his driver to speak.
"Let's go to Patty's, I think the Irishman should pay his debt."
The driver nodded and quickly rerouted the car to the provided destination. As the Mercedes rolled along the curb before halting. The car produced Donnie once more and he strode with long meaningful strides into the bar. As the smell of cigarettes and cheap beer struck Donnie he clenched his jaw. The Bartender, a man with fiery red hair, looked up and his eyes widened before he looked down and contemplated grabbing the gun under the bar. Donnie swiftly reached into his coat and produced his Colt, the Silver plated gun gleaming in the dim light, as he leveled it with the Irishman's face. As the flick of the safety cascaded in the near empty bar the only three patrons quickly hushed their conversation watching the spectacle, the Bartender's eyes widening with fear and his hands slowly coming away from the bar and into the air.
"Good boy Patty. You know why I'm here, Yes?"
The man nodded and swallowed hard, one of his two hands shakily reaching under the counter to produce a small wad of cash. He set it on the bar in front of Donnie, who smirked and picked it up thumbing it with his hand not wielding the firearm. He pocketed the cash and kept the gun leveled before he slipped from the bar, the gun joining itself in the holster under his armpit. As he slipped into the Mercedes the driver eyed Donnie who only shook his head and motioned with his hand for the driver to continue to drive.