Tookes

Chapter 3: Bambi

*GUYS I NEED HELP WITH ANTONIO'S PLAYBY HE NEEDS TO BE TALL DARK HAIR TAN AND BROAD SHOULDERS NICE BODY PREFERABLY HAS A SCAR OR SOMETHING*

SAMANTHA TO THE SIDE

Samantha

(Last Night)

Tonight's the night. Walking into the back of my bar, I'm hit with the pungent smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sluts. Yeah they have a smell to em.

"Ay Gene" I say to one of my bouncers " Is he here?"

" Yeah he's here, he's on business" Gene says getting right to the point. That's why he's works the club and not the door, he's loyal and asks no question. Patting him on his large back, I walk into my office and shut the door.

Sitting down at my desk, that offers a full view of my club, I pull out the a yellow manila folder that's been monopolizing my time for the past few months. The Patoli's. Italian Mafia Family that basically owns The East Coast. The bane of my existence. Also my part-time employer.

Looking over the file for last minute details, I close it & lock it up.

Spotting my victim through my one way view of the club, I head downstairs.

Let the games begin.

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Antonio

(present time)

"Soooooo you really don't remember" Cesar asks for the millionth time.

" No! I said fucking no!! I don't fucking remember!" I yell in frustration.

" Sexy Bitch, musta roofied your ass!" Cesar laughs while speeding down Lincoln Tunnel.

Fuming silently in my seat, I wait for Cesar to get his laughs out of the way.

" Alright, Alright you take away all my fun"

"Last night we went to Tookes....

"Yoo, lets get drunk" Cesar yells whilst walking into Tookes. The other patrons look at him amusingly. " No can do man, Trina Silica is suppose to be meeting us here tonight"

"That slut thinks if she asks nicely I'll let her sell here" Toni says while sitting at there usual VIP table. " I don't trust her or any of her sporco family" Cesar remarks in all seriousness. The Silica family has always been a little sketchy but they're at the bottom of the food chain, spazzatura, nothing to worry about. I only humor them because they were once good friends with my great great grandfather. Anddddd Trini

is a good fuck.

Tookes is a really nice spot, located right in between Jersey and New York, it's always convenient for business. Its been here for as long as I can remember.

"The usual boys?"  Ava, a waitress/bartender here asks us. She's a real looker with her blonde hair, green eyes and banging body. But she's smitten with the idiot over here.

Ava has had the hots for poor old Cesar for a long time, when you asks him it about he either changes the subject or briefly mumbles something about being too dangerous.

"Of course, Tesoro" I say shamelessly flirting with her, I grab her hand & kiss it. Laughing and blushing she takes her fine ass to the bar.

Looking over at Cesar, I see him burning a hole in my head with his death glare. Laughing I ask "What?"

"Shut the fuck up" he says while turning his attention to the scantily dressed Trini heading our way.