fuck out of here! Let’s go! Hey, what the fuck is going on over there? A loud Italian voice shouted out! Sabrina is that you! What in the Hell is going on? Oh my God, Vinny he’s dead. Who is dead? Pharaoh is! Well that piece of shit deserves to die. What happened? He was talking shit to me, my friend AC approached him about it and all hell broke loose! Who the Fuck is AC? That’s me Sir. Well what are you going to do about this dead bastard on my property? Shit, put his ass in the dumpster, I don't care. Are you fucking kidding me! How am I supposed to explain this to the cops! I’m not taking the wrap for your mess; I tell you what we're going to do. First I have to call my brother Bobby, let him know what happened, get him down here as soon as possible. In the meantime go get cleaned up and out of those bloody clothes, give me that gun too, we need to destroy all evidence. Sabrina take your car to the car wash on Tropicana, tell them I said to give you the special, come right back here when you are done. Vinny pulled his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Andy. Here, go get that cadi, park it over here in front of the body so no one can see it from the street. I swear, it's always something at this damn place. He go gets the Cadi, parks it sideways so that it would block the view from the road. Good, now come with me!
Vinny took Coop in the club, sat him in his office, then opened the closet behind the office door and gave him one of the security uniforms, black cargo pants and shirt. OK brother, we have a serious situation here; you should understand that I'm doing you a favor and in my world this means you now owe me a favor my friend. Yeah I know Vinny and I do appreciate it. I'm sure you do, but we don't need any heat around this money maker, so time isn't on your side my friend. You will have to repay this favor. Tell me, what are you good at, how are you planning on repaying us? I’m good with organizing things, talking to people and I can handle my own. No shit! I see you can handle your own! I would love to work here at the club for you guys. Doing what? Fucking all the dancers, we don’t need your big dick ass in here getting the bitches all crazy and shit.
Vinny's brother had just walked in the room. Hey bro, what’s going on? Oh what’s up Bobby, I was just going to call you. This here is AC. How you doing man? I’m Bobby nice to meet you. Well sit down bro.; I have something to tell you. What is it now, always something with you! Oh no! Not me! Our new friend over here did you a favor today. Really, what may that be? You remember Sabrina’s crazy ass ex, Pharaoh! Yeah, that punk ass woman beater! Well Mr. Bro. man here blew his brains all over our back parking lot about an hour ago. Get the fuck out of here! You’re kidding right! Hell no, the body is still out there. What the fuck! Why didn’t you clean it up asshole! Waiting on you bro.! Vinny, sometimes I swear! How stupid can you be? Call Silvio and tell him to come clean up that piece of shit. He’s up front re stocking the bar, hurry! Go tell him to put the body in the back room, bring the butcher knives and that bag of lye from the closet. Make your new friend cut that Fucker up, then put him in the waste barrel for pick up this Wednesday, don’t forget to pour the lye on his stinking ass before you seal the barrel. Just what I need, another reason for the pigs to come sniffing around this joint! Go with him AC, we clean up our mess around here, you understand? Yes Sir!
Good, when you guys are done come sit down so we can figure out what we’re going to do about this situation. Just in case you didn’t figure it out already, you’re with us for life now buddy or you can join Pharaoh. Hell, at least you already got one stripe for killing that piece of shit, once you get rid of his ass that will be your second stripe. The third one, I'm not so sure, we don't take kindly to strangers. I'm sure we can use a person like you around here though, I just don’t know where yet. Where the fuck is Sabrina? Oh Vinny sent her to the car wash on Trop. When she gets back, tell her to come see me, I will be in the kitchen making some lunch and burn those bloody clothes when you’re done with that job. Did my brother give you something to put on already? Yes he did. Good, where’s the gun? I gave it to your brother. OK cool, get to work; see you in a few, hope you aint scared of blood, because there's going to be a lot of it. Trust me; I've seen my share during Desert Shield. Oh, so you're a military vet? Yes Sir, 555 division attached to the 82nd Airborne, Hard core! Well fuck, that's even better, we got ourselves a real life soldier over here.
Chapter 6, The Understudy.
So Bobby, what position are you going to give our new friend? I’m not sure Vin, he can be a great asset to us, we just need to see where he fits best. Yeah I agree, let’s just train him on all the positions. How do we handle that Vin? I would start him behind the bar first as a bartender. Are you serious, can he even mix a drink? Debbie can teach him; really it can’t be that hard to mix a damn drink! The back door opens and Sabrina walks in. Hey Bobby! Hey Sabrina, what kind of shit have you got us in today? I'm sorry, I fucked up but Pharaoh was waiting by my car when we got here this morning. Yeah -Yeah, don’t go in to all that bull, he already told me everything. Go home and get some rest, take the night off. Oh thank you! Where’s AC? He’s busy cleaning up your mess right now; I will tell him to call you when he’s done. Thank you! See you guys tomorrow at 6. Alright sweetie and don’t tell anyone you seen that piece of shit ex of yours either. Who are you talking about Sir? Yeah that’s the idea sweetie.
Vinny! Go get the security tape out of the camera room. Oh shit the tape, I forgot all about it brother. Don’t you want to watch it first Bobby? Didn’t you watch it knucklehead? Nope, going to do that now, can you bring me a beer? Oh I’m your servant now little brother! Man come on, give me a break. Damn I just asked for a beer. Yeah I got you, quit crying like a bitch. Vinny sat at the large oak marble finished desk, kicked up his feet and rewound the tape to 4 hours back. Hey squirt! Here’s your draft; did you see it yet? Just rewinding now; OK here we go. There’s punk ass Pharaoh walking to her car now. Damn, this asshole is trying to break in through the back window. No success at that attempt; look there’s AC and Sabrina pulling up now. Wow, was she upset, she damn near fell off the bike trying to get at that punk. OK here it is, he’s charging AC now! Bro.! Look, your friend straight put the gun to that punk ass fuckers head, no hesitation. Man is Pharaoh about to piss himself? He got that punk down on his knees. Damn! Damn! He did him right there, just like she said. I would say he is most definitely a natural Bobby, smart and cold hearted! Yeah, we can use him, put that tape somewhere safe, you never know when we might need it, good ass collateral! That Motherfucker is ours for life now, he’s never walking away from this shit.
Silvio and AC come in the office wearing bloody aprons and rubber gloves. Hey Bobby, we’re all done with the body. Good! That dude was a sorry ass motherfucker and I hate sorry MF’s! Sit down AC. His hands started to shake and knees started to knock at the request to sit, nervously taking a seat beside the oak marble desk, he noticed his 357 lying on the top shelf by the Hennessy. My little Brother and I were discussing your immediate future here with us. Do you have any skills behind the bar? Well, I can make the normal crown and coke, rum and coke, gin and OJ, you know the regular. OK this is the plan, for the first 3 months we will train you to bartend. Debbie our bar manager will get you started with some hands on training tomorrow, she’s a looker man, so don’t go try to stick your anaconda in her and shit. There is enough pussy around here for all of us, leave that one to the customers. OK Bobby, will do. Go home and get some rest, relax, smoke a blunt or whatever you do. Oh and call Sabrina, she asked about you. Guess I will see you later Vinny. You better change those clothes first, there's a shower right behind the office. Right, thanks man! Sure thing AC, don’t go killing people for free no more, Mr. Daz Dillinger, that could of been a $25,000 hit you egg head. Ha-ha. Vinny laughs at him. As long as no fool try and cross me, there want be any problems. Get out of here hero! Yeah I'm going, see you guys tomorrow then. Yeah alright, go home already! Brother you believe this guy? He's going to be a nut case, one of those PTSD soldiers, watch what I tell you!
He entered the lot, started walking towards his bike and the crime scene. Damn! I got blood on my rims and my dang seat. Reaching in to his back pocket for his bandanna, AC kneeled down to wipe off his rims. He scrubbed the spokes rigorously to remove the dry blood from the chrome, while looking down at his chrome wheels he caught a reflection of a camera mounted on the corner of the building. What the fuck! These grease balls have me on tape! He whispered softly under his
