"The Union Jacks?" Alfonso asked.
"Said they were some kinda hit crew" I said as I handed him the money. He counted it and smiled and look at me. "Good work Marty. Now let's get down to business about The Yakuza."
I sat down across from him at the dinner table with Stella in the middle. He lit a cigarette and started smoking it as Stella passed out some photographs on the table.
"Okay guys. Here's the club, right here's the inside, over here is the back door located behind the stage, and this right here is The Shogun."
"The what?"
"The Shogun. He's the most important Yakuza. The leader.
"Oh. We gonna ice him?"
Alfonso took a puff off his cigarette and said "Hell yeah."
"Okay. And the money?"
"It should be in a small safe in his lair."
"Okay. That should be easy to find."
Alfonso put his cigarette in his mouth again and took the picture of The Shogun and examined it carefully. He then put it down on the table and stabbed his knife down onto the picture right on the table. It startled Stella and I. His kitchen knife stayed stabbed into the table. He looked at the picture, that had the knife through The Shogun's forehead and said "Coming for ya".
I saw something so crazy about him that day. It was almost...scary. I had never seen someone with so much hatred for someone. I know I've killed some people, but I've never actually wanted to kill a specific person. Kinda weird to say isn't it? So after that, we prepared for tomorrow night.
A party that would soon turn into a shit show. Especially for The Shogun.
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Marty
ActionHe was shot and left to die. He died that day...so they thought. After cheating death, Marty Santorelli must bite more bullets that fly toward him after he skips his hometown to a city where he plans to make his mark.
