Gangster Love

CHAPTER THREE

At the banquet held for the loyalists, wez arrived, and i was a bit nervous, it was one of them times i wasn't sure what the nip tuck is going to happen next. He kept doing cocaine on the ride there, he was Kilimanjaro high. Before we exited the vehicle i said to hims, 'Remember... wez gots to hold position and not break the connections that work for our existence. Grounded we enter, and grounded we leave', he looked at me, and said, 'I am a bit flustered, and that is why i am like this. I am looking for the Willy Wonkers that took out Johnny(John Lewis Guilford). I still have not been given the evidence collected Dan. You know... It's not only that my friend, i am also anal probed by the thought of who the hell nearly bamboozled the B.KGroup, my pride and joy. I was as a child still, the one to always one day be in the position the great Tyreese "The governor" Freud was on. That man groomed me, accepted me, and gave me education, all the while he strengthened my tolerance for melancholic ruses.

The B.KGroup was to be my home, that from that point i knew always. I knew what is really going on by the age of sixteen, which also round about the same age he gave me my first gun. He said to me, "Crime does not pay. What pays is a good head on ones shoulders. It is not a crime when you methodically prepare and orchestrate, it becomes a great job. Genius work, artsy, the one percent entry key. Killing and terrorizing of the average joes is weak and senseless. A gun is for you to govern how you are approached. Not for killing. That's just the bonus of what it can do. Go out there and join the first team, make history", i went and joined the first team with that alpha mindset. It was the team that was to accept the biggest load of weed in the country's history from beyond the boarder...', Adam then just stepped out of the car, and was received by flashing lights, journalists, paparazzo, the whole public media. He walked that red carpet as sober as he could, with that political smile pasted on his face. He waved, and he took questions with all the repartee he was about, as he went.

I followed in behind him, did my salutes and everything to the media persons. The pin point location was the ballroom beneath the ground floor. I took a bit of my time, no rush, i had to give the peoples what they want. The public media really loved my style, ya know. That night i had on a classic 1920s tuxedo, Egyptian silk shirt, a royal blue handkerchief hanging out my tailcoat hanky pocket, and my signature symbol... the English gent tophat. For shoes i could do no wrong with classic brogues in classic colour black. The trousers was a precise middle of the ankle cut, no mistake, the one hundred percent proudly Canadian cotton type shit, midnight black, uninterrupted just beautiful midnight fucken black. Why the precision on the cut? The ankle cut? Well charlie let me tell you something about style.

There's something the moderns have gotten right, the art of the fucken ankle. However theyz always over-do shit, there is no precision in thems style. Youz got to have precision. One half of the ankle covered, and the other uncovered. It is not at all about the ankle, however about the socks youz wearing. I wore that night a modern classic, yellow spongebob square pants socks. I was sharp, a dapper man. Your mans... The man... Mr Dan "The guy" Bojack.

After my striking the pose, i took the hint, i was quickly washing out, had to leave them wanting, ya know. I went in, got in down to the ballroom, first base of the basement. The space was made for banquets or better yet to say, soirées of that nature. Important people were spread around this simulacrum of the so famous Amber Room of 18th century Prussia. The dressing was fittin_, the peoples came out, it was dignified, they looked the modern part of esteemed crème de la crème guests. Reading the room, i could see how the invitations had been vetted. The crowd was indeed of flat out loyalists and of strictly no bullshiters. Compounding it up, i noticed the boyfriend wasn't there. At head at that moment, i said fuck yeah... maybe it was too soon for hims. He was as dramatic as Adam, if not even more dramatic than Adam.

The first handshake of the night, i got it from the Mayor, the honourable Mayor Wozniack. He said, 'Adam is a little offish today???? Is he... is he okay?',-, 'He has been dealing with loads of paperwork, and the depressing rekindling of business relations, with some of them internationals. Yeah... them internationals aren't so as easy, to get that them charges and arrests was all overturned and expunged', nice guy the Mayor was, he actually empathised. 'I really feel for you guys, your business group is about the top tax payer in the city. We would like to help in any way as the Mayor's office, okay?', behind him came Adam. 'Mayor Wozniack!(with his arms open) Sir, i just had to first go get myself a good prick me up!...',-, 'Pick me up', i tried to appropriate his colloquial noun, a bit was too suggestive of something a bit not for casual talk with the Mayor, ya know.