*Mikey was finishing up at the bar. He was cleaning the glasses, his eyes on his reflection. Though he kept a perfect facade of a friendly and charismatic man, he wasn’t sure what he was anymore. His eyes were locked onto the single wine glass he was cleaning, until he was brought back to reality with the sound of the familiar voice again. He turned toward the voice, and sure enough, it was Sally again.*
Sally: Hey, Mike. Busy as usual, I see
Mikey: Yeah. Just about done for the night
Sally: Is that so?
Mikey: Yeah. I was going to head on out after this
Sally: Hey, if आप aren’t too busy, maybe we could go and have a talk once you’re done with work?
Mikey: A talk?
Sally: Yeah. I know this great place we can go
Mikey: Huh. Alright, आप have me intrigued, Sal. I’ll see आप later tonight then
*Sally gave a smile, and though it was half-hearted, it looked genuine to Mikey*
Sally: I look आगे to it

*Mambo sat in a car with Tom Dooley, looking out at a bar that was a regular place for the Jailhousers. Tom, nervously at the wheel of the car, turned to Mambo*
Tom: Are आप sure this will work? What if they know it’s us
Mambo: Don’t worry, Tom. We got this. I’ll be the one doing the talking- Well, something along the lines of talking- and आप don’t need to worry about anything else. We just gotta take them to the hotel that Johnny’s waiting at and be on our way
Tom: Y-Yeah. S-sure thing, Mambo
*Though Tom was still shaking with fear, as if he were freezing, Mambo was calm, and prepared for anything. He watched as a single Jailhouser stepped out from the bar, rubbing the side of his head. He was walking towards the alleyway, ready to light a smoke. It was that moment they were waiting for. Tom slowly drove the car up to the alleyway, the headlights on for them to see. One the car came to a stop, the Jailhouser took immediate notice. Mambo stepped out of the car, holding a blackjack in his hand. The Jailhouser took the cigarette out of his mouth and spoke up*
Jailhouser: What the fuck are आप looking at?
*Mambo didn’t say a word as he walked up to him. The Jailhouser took immediate notice of the blackjack and ran toward Mambo, ready to झूला, स्विंग at him. Though his fist was fast and hard, Mambo had prepared for it and ducked under the punch, before he brought himself back up and swung the blackjack over the Jailhousers head, knocking him to the ground. His vision was dazed, and his head was pounding. Mambo swung his leg, the toe of his shoe striking the Jailhouser in the side of the head and knocking him to the cold ground. Mambo gave a sigh as he grabbed the Jailhouser द्वारा the कॉलर of his uniform and dragged him to the car. He gave a nod and a smile to Tom*
Mambo: Alright. Let’s head for Heartbreak Hotel, Tom

*Mikey and Sally sat at a तालिका, टेबल at Fat Boy Frankie’s. Though Sally was enjoying herself, Mikey couldn’t help but ask the सवाल that was on his mind*
Mikey: A Fat Boy Frankie’s?
Sally: Yeah. That isn’t a problem, is it?
Mikey: No, of course not. Just didn’t take आप as someone who eats fast food. I saw आप as और of a classy lady
Sally: Hey, I may look classy, but I ain’t as gracious as my appearance makes me out to be, Mike. Much like you. A nice guy like you, working at the Blue Moon Casino
Mikey: Yeah, it’s a little weird, I know. It was just the only place hiring at the time
Sally: Still, that place? It’s such a drag. It looks depressing as all hell, too
Mikey: It’s not all bad. Pay’s good, and the other people there are good company
Sally: What about the guy who’s running it. I hear that Old King Cole is an enigma of itself. No one ever gets to meet him and those that do don’t talk about him. You’re not like other people, are you, Mikey?
*Mikey felt a little nervous at the question. He knew exactly why no one talks about Nate Cole, but he also didn’t want to disappoint Sally, so he just कहा the best thing he could*
Mikey: Cole’s a hard ass, yeah, and the quiet type, but he means well. He helps those that help him. Let’s just leave it at that. He doesn’t like being talked about
Sally: I see
*Mikey looked down at his plate. He felt like such a fool, leaving it at that. It turned the atmosphere into that of dead silence and awkwardness*

*Heartbreak Hotel, a high class प्यार hotel where no सवालों are asked and where even the dirtiest fantasies can be made into a reality. And it was also a place for gang interrogations and tortures without worry from the staff. Inside Room 13, a room regularly used द्वारा Baddoni goons, Mambo, Tom, Johnny, and five other Baddoni men, were watching the horrific display. The Jailhouser they had collected, was tied to a chair, stripped of his कमीज, शर्ट and जैकेट and shoes and left with only his बॉक्सर shorts. “Keep A Knockin’” was playing to drown out the groans of pain from the Jailhouser. Johnny backed up a bit, holding the bat in his head, ready for a घर run swing, and swung it, striking the Jailhouser hard in the head. Three of his teeth were missing, his nose was broke, and his left eye was crushed. His face and torso was made a dark blue from the multiple bruises all over him. Johnny tapped the चोटी, शीर्ष of the bat against the Jailhousers head as he spoke in a threatening voice*
Johnny: I’m tired of asking you, आप motherfucker! Who is the one in charge of the Jailhousers?!
Jailhousers: P-Phuccckh yuuu
Johnny: Fuck me?! Fuck you!
*Johnny raised his bat in the air, ready to smash his head in, before his momentum was stopped. He turned to see Mambo holding the bat in his hand, stopping him from moving it. Mambo reached to his side, grabbing a bottle of liquor and finishing it off, before he looked at Johnny and spoke calmly*
Mambo: Boss, if आप keep this up, you’ll only kill him. Let me try interrogating him a bit
Johnny: Yeah, sure. I need a break
*Johnny pulled the bat out of Mambo’s grasp before he went to take a seat. Mambo looked down at the bottle in his hand before he spoke to the Jailhouser, being और calm than Johnny*
Mambo: Listen, kid. You’re about, what, nineteen? Eighteen? आप ran away from घर to शामिल होइए a gang, thought it would be cool. Sorry, but it isn’t what फिल्में make it out to be, kid. Gangs don’t like to play games with each other. So, how about आप tell us who your boss is and we’ll let आप be on your way
*Mambo’s response was a wad of bloody spit spat onto his left cheek. The Jailhouser’s lips dripped from blood as he looked at Mambo. Mambo wiped the bloody saliva from his cheek with his sleeve. He stood up, and turned away from the Jailhouser, before swinging his bottle against his face, smashing it to pieces, the strong force knocking the chair that the Jailhouser was tied to back and sending him crashing to the floor. Mambo set the piece of the bottle that remained on intact gently on the floor and grabbed the Jailhouser द्वारा his greasy hair, forcing the intact piece into his mouth. Mambo stood up and spoke again*
Mambo: I’d ask if आप are ready to talk, but I wouldn’t know anyway with your mouth full
*With that, Mambo raised his foot into the hair and stomped on the man’s head, the shards of glass cutting into his mouth. Glass was forced in between his teeth, shards slicing his tongue apart and his mouth began to bleed even more. He coughed from the sensation, groaning in agony. Mambo turned to the team and spoke, still calm*
Mambo: Does anyone have another bottle I can use?
*The Jailhouser coughed before he turned his head to the gang*
Jailhouser: K-King!
Mambo: Pardon?
Jailhouser: Our bossh is…. King
Mambo: What does he look like
Jailhouser: I… I don’t knooow. I jush wanna go home, pleash
Johnny: Kinh, huh?
*Johnny leaned back in his chair, using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat beading from his forehead. He turned to the five other guys and nodded. One of them stood up from the chair and walked over to the Jailhouser. Hoping that he would go home, the Jailhouser was only met with a handgun in the man’s head. Trying to scream for help, his screams were silenced द्वारा the bullet that was lodged in his head. Johnny gave a sigh and spoke up*
Johnny: This is it, boys. It’s time for a war

*Another Jailhouser had stepped out of the bar, heading to the alleyway for a smoke. As he turned down the alleyway, he could see a single figure at the end, sitting against the wall. It was hard to see in the dark of the night, so the Jailhouser flicked his lighter to get a good look. He walked slowly forward, noticing a trail of blood leading towards the man. He walked closer and closer, until he saw the sight of someone’s barefoot, and then finally, the horrid sight was laid in front of him. One of his own, the Jailhouser that was taken, was in front of him, the bruises now black and the blood staining his body, with a single message carved into his chest that read, “GREASER SCUM”

Sally: आप what!?
*A meeting had been set up with Johnny and everyone in the gang. What had happened was truly a problem between everyone. Many people had disapproved of what Johnny had done to start this war, and many others were terrified of what the end results would be. Johnny sat at the front of the room, bat in hand, as he defended his actions*
Johnny: Don’t आप see, Sally. We got my dad’s killer. That fucker, King, is the one responsible for all this. I’m going to get that fucker if it kills me
Sally: What if it kills everyone else here, Johnny?! The police already know about the dead Jailhouser. The Jailhousers aren’t above killing to protect yourselves. This isn’t about justice anymore. This is a gang war you’ve created
Johnny: And if any of those fuckers get in my way, they’ll die to. I just want King, but I’ll make room for anyone trying to stop me
Sally: What about everyone else? They don’t want to be here! आप aren’t even trying to run a business anymore!
Johnny: Fuck the businesses and fuck everyone else, Sally! If that’s what it takes to get revenge, than so be it!
Sally: You’ve लॉस्ट it, Johnny! You’re crazy, do आप understand. Your dad wouldn’t-
Johnny: My dad’s dead, Sally! All because he wanted to be a crime lord. I don’t care about this fucking business. If any of आप want to get out of here right now, then do it right the fuck now! Otherwise, shut the fuck up and wait for orders!
*The entire room went silent. Johnny’s words were harsh and honest. At his words, large groups began to walk out of the meeting room. In less than ten seconds, already a majority of the Baddoni goons had left. All that was left was Sally, Mambo, and Tom. Sally stood there, disgusted at Johnny’s words, before she spoke up*
Sally: I’m going to find Chuck’s killer. But I’m not going to let आप destroy yourself. If I find anything, I’ll let आप know
*With that said, Sally walked out of the room. Johnny sat down at the chair in his desk, giving a heavy sigh before he looked at the five men left in the room*
Johnny: The fuck are आप all still doing here?
Tom: W-Well, Johnny, we’ve been फ्रेंड्स since grade school, and I’d feel like a real piece of shit if I just walked out and let आप deal with this on your own
Mambo: And I’ve always been loyal to the Baddoni Family. I won’t stop now
*Johnny gave a tired sigh, his hands over his face before he gave a light chuckle at the two*
Johnny: Dumbasses. That’s what I प्यार about आप two. You’re both so stubborn and always wanting to help us out. Alright, well, if we’re going to be in a gang war, then we’ll need all the help we can get. I was hoping I’d never have to call this group of disgusting sacks of shit, but I got no other choice. I’m gonna have to call the Isley Family.

*Santo rushed over to the phone. He brushed his unkempt brown hair that went down to his shoulders out of his eyes as he spoke*
Santo: Hello, this is the Isely Family, Santo speaking
Johnny: Santo, it’s Johnny. From the Baddonis
Santo: The Baddonis. Now, I didn’t think you’d ever need our services again. Whatever do आप need?
Johnny: I need आप and the whole family over here at once, Santo
Santo: The whole family? Well, that may be a problem. आप see, our youngest sibling, Little Teddy, suffered a bit of an accident just the दिन prior
Johnny: I take it he tried to get out of the family business
Santo: Oh, of course. Mabalane and Buddy took care of him, though
Johnny: You’re a bunch of sick fuckers, आप know that
Santo: In this business, we’re all sick in the head
Johnny: Just be here. This is important. It’s about a gang war
Santo: Oh, a gang war. Eddy and the Twins will प्यार to hear about that
Johnny: Good, good. Be here द्वारा अगला week, understand?
Santo: Of course, Johnny. See आप then, dear boy
*Santo hung the phone up, as he made his way down the hall. He walked down the halls of a pristine mansion, admiring the sights of it. It was practically shining with cleanliness, before he turned to the right, a horrifying sight awaiting. Maids, butlers, and bodyguards, या what was left of them, strewn across the halls, their blood spilled out onto the floor, splattered along the walls, and staining their uniforms. Santo opened one of the doors to see two people at the end. One of them was a young man, about in his early twenties, wearing a school boy uniform, his black hair combed to the left. अगला to him was a girl that looked almost like him, facial expressions and all, her black hair reaching down to her legs. अगला to them was a middle aged man, tied to a chair, naked, his penis exposed. His fingers were all sliced in half, as well as his cheeks, his tongue, and his ears. Santo held his arms behind his back and spoke up*
Santo: Buddy, Mabalane, are आप about done. We were tasked to kill him
Buddy: But it’s और fun to do it this way
*As Buddy spoke, he took out a pair of large scissors and slowly pushed it up the man’s nostrils. They slid up slowly, before stopping. He pulled the scissors open, his nose expanding, almost tearing as he opened them और and more, before forcing them closed so suddenly, slicing through the inside of the man’s nostrils, a stream of blood pouring from both nostrils. The man groaned in pain as the scissors were pulled out*
Mabalane: Good one, Buddy. But I think I can do better
*Mabalane took one blade from her pair of scissors and slowly slid it into the man’s urethra, the blade expanding it, before she closed the scissor, slicing his penis open, blood dripping from it and onto the floor as the man started to convulse. Mabalane jumped in the air with joy*
Mabalane: He’s gone into shock. I win, I win!
Buddy: I thought we agreed not to go for the penis. आप just cheat
Mabalane: Aw, is someone a sore loser?
*Buddy swung his scissors at Mabalane’s eye, before she grabbed his wrist, aiming her scissors at his throat*
Buddy: You’re nothing but a stupid cheating bitch!
Mabalane: And you’re just a sore loser fuckface!
Santo: Enough, आप two! आप both tied, so leave it at that
*The two looked at each other, angry, before they turned and nodded to Santo*
Mabalane and Buddy: Whatever आप say, Big Brother Santo
Santo: Where’s Eddy, he should have been done with clean-up द्वारा now
*As he spoke, a rather large man stepped into the room, holding onto the naked corpse of one of the maids, her breasts exposed, as well as her entrance, a pool of blood dripping from underneath her legs, coming from her entrance, which was surrounded द्वारा teeth marks. The sight was enough to make even Santo sick before he spoke to Eddy*
Santo: Eddy, आप didn’t bite her again, did you?
Eddy: S-Sorry, Big Bro. S-she struggled. I just couldn’t help myself
Santo: Nevermind that, Eddy. Listen, we got a call from the Baddoni Family
*At the name, Buddy and Mabalane were already excited, though Eddy was not familiar with the name*
Santo: Let’s go collect our money for the job here and we’ll take a trip to New York at once. We’ve got even और bloodshed waiting for us, guys!