Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Back in the Mafia Business

The phrase "family business" had a lot of meanings and underlying tones. For Angel Dust, it meant the good old-fashioned mafia. Everyone in the family packed heat and was not afraid to send bullets flying. Sure, they had rules. But it was generally free for all. And they didn't get along well. But they were still family. Nothing was going to change that.

Today, there was a family meeting. A group had recently been causing trouble in their territory. They had overlooked it the first two times. But after destroying a valuable family heirloom, all bets were off. This was war. Angel was on point since he recognized the targets as regulars at Porn Studios. They were terrible customers who were constantly hitting on his coworkers. So, he laid out the plan. The first step was knowing when they were going to show up. Next was putting on a good show and ensuring they for stupidly drunk. That was no problem for him. After that, they had to get them off the property fast. Valentino didn't like stains on his floors and parking lot. By then, they'd be passed out, and the rest of his family would be waiting back at the main house.

Angel wrapped his plan up. Everyone was on board. Oh yeah, the mafia was back. And he had to admit. It felt great. He grinned and dawned his old purple suit. He had worn one similar to it when alive. Maybe he should come back to the family affairs. But nah. Working the pole suited him better. Either way, he looked damn good. With their firearms reloaded, it was time to teach some punks a lesson the old-school way.