Post by kenryo on Sept 3, 2016 21:07:20 GMT -6
Downtown New Orleans, a place where many of lost a fortune... also their lives. If you were foolish enough to walk into the wrong place. The town had it's legit casinos, but underground gambling always had a market. Blacklists, convicts... never the kind a righteous place would want in their establishment. The Ace's and Eight's was where you went for high end action. It was a large enough popular strip joint to cover the casino that was under it. The owner made plenty of money on tits and ass, some of his partners always wondered why he got into the business. As you'd walk in you'd be greeted by the typical large door man. Cover charge, metal detectors wands... everything seemed just fine. You'd walk on in, it opened to a large open floor. Three stages always had at least two women on each. Table dancers would come and go, hell the waitresses even walked around topless. They had back rooms for private dances, and then the "VIP" suites which were always really hush hush. A bar on the north wall, that was typically empty. Maybe one or two schmoes that were too shy to sit at the stage or talk to a girl. These guys typically didn't stay long.
But this time, there were several patrons up at the bar. A few at a time would discretely pass two grand over the bar to the hostess. This being the minimum buy in. And she'd two at a time pass them on down the stairs that appeared to head into the storage closet. Most of these people stayed downstairs for the majority of the night, some... strangely never come back out. As they went down, it opened up into a place even larger than the room upstairs. Considering the floor traffic and the large number of players the place was impeccable. The carpet looked almost dry cleaned, all the tables had perfect felt table tops. Practically everything you could want from a casino was down there, but never a slot machine. If you wanted to play with change you could go elsewhere. But unlike most casinos the dealers all looked like they could've been a bouncer. And each of them was obviously carrying. Looking after the dealers was a couple of floor managers, coming down here you'd almost assume this was a legit casino the way it was ran. Looking out into the crowd one would see a few higher up in the police force. Hell, tonight a senator and a judge was there. But unlike most places, here the high rollers got a pony to lick their poll for playing.
Sitting at booth was a very sharp dressed man, and ever so often one of the floor managers would come up and whisper something into his ear. Also some high rollers would come gift him with money or "tributes" for allowing them to play. But the people who could approach him was vastly limited. Most had to leave it with one of his men standing around the outside of his booth.
Most of the night went smoothly, like most. With the occasional guy having a little too much to drink. Or maybe he lost to much money and needed a slight reminder of where he was....
Close to 1 AM, a loud ruckus could be heard coming from the club upstairs. Followed by what sounded like a shotgun round going off. The sounds of commotion and panic echoed from upstairs as everyone tried to leave. The same happened downstairs, as anyone who didn't work there was grabbing what chips and money they had and quickly tried to cram out the back door that opened into an alley in the back. Vincent didn't even move from his chair... just kept slowly sipping the Maker's Mark he favored.
With all the patrons out a dozen armed men with everything ranging from shotguns to assault rifles came barreling downstairs into the casino. All of Vincent's men drew there weapons but were met with a stern "Stand down! I find myself... curious for a change as to who would be dumb... or crazy enough to pull this stunt." With that he stood out of his booth and walked out in front of his men. "Well... how can I help you lads?" The man in front spoke quickly. "You've made a lot of money since coming here, were here to get the tax were owed. We take cash or blood, your choice.." Vincent could help but smirk... And look back towards his men... "Hey lads, go ahead and get out... I'll handle this business..." With that all of Vincent's men started to exit the same was everyone else had. Then the shakedown's leader spoke again... "Are you fucking stupid? We'll just take everything then..." Vincent's men paused, but were met with a waving hand telling them to continue... And they left.
As they did Vincent turned and looked back at the poultry dozen that stood before him, he drug his tongue over his front teeth and then gave a large smile to the men. He then pointed to the leader "So! boss man... your the leader of these guys. That means, you have to live... But do me a favor... humor me... Which is the newest guy? The one you care the least about?" Confused the leader pointed to some young guy, looked like your typical low punk. His suit looked like one you'd get from a Walmart, and he held his weapon like a fanoke... Vincent pointed at him "So you, kiddo... popping your cherry? You know what help pops like a cherry?" And with a loud snap of his fingers the mans head popped like a balloon. As it did the resounding "WHAT THE FUCK!" came from many of the men. One in the back even started to piss himself. Then they all stood there in staring with their jaw dropped in silence. The blood, skull and brain matter landed on several guys including the leader.
Vincent took a few steps forward, hands raised by his sides... "What?.... that's it tough guys?" The leader looked at him "How.... how did you do that?!" Vincent just kept his ear to ear smirk and shook his head slowly. "Oh... Don't you worry about that..." with that someone in the back yelled "Shoot him!!" And most of the men raised there weapons. With that a quick wave of his hand, all but the leader's hands reacted much like the first man's head and exploded. All the guns now on the floor and the rest of the men down and in shock screaming, Vincent closed in on their leader. "Oh, we can't have you idiots ruining my favorite suit now can we?!"He was having to shout due to the screams of pain coming from the others. "OH, SHUT YOUR HOLES!" with that he thru both hands up and all but the last man standing there chests ruptured as their heart exploded out of their chest. He then pointed to the last one "now... put that useless thing down and lets talk business" The man quickly obliged....
Vincent then pulled one of his hands guns from under his coat, chambered a round then shot 3 rounds into his own hand. "And just so you know, this was just over my favorite suit... I was in no harm" He then rotated his wrist showing the slugs mushrooming against his skin. Shaking his hand dropping the slugs onto the ground. "So... who sent ya? To... TAX!?" He said as his eye widen. The man responded "I can't tell you, my family's dead if I do..." Vincent broke out into a hysterical laugh "THEY'LL kill you!" Ten smaller pops came from the mans feet as one by one his toes went. The man quickly collapsed to the floor holding his feet screaming. "Do you realize, how many small..."Looking to the man's groin "things I can make go POP!!!" The man quickly shouted "NO! The Russians, from the north side... They heard how much money you've been earning! AGH! They, just wanted a share since they were here first." Vincent leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Well, now you can tell them I'm coming, and they won't be here much longer if they ever step in my place again. Tell whoever your boss is, I'll take out his employees, his friends, and his family in that order.... I'll make him watch, and in the same room their mangled bodies lay I'll leave him, to die of dehydration or whatever ends up taking him. Because..."He said never losing that damn near charming smile "If you kill him, he doesn't learn A THING... Now crawl your ass out the back door and send deliver my message... And on you way out, send my men in to clean up this mess."
He then turned, sat back at his table and started sipping his drink again. As the man crawled away..."Oh! The name's Vincent, in case anyone is wondering. You won't have to search for me..." He then left the man to either send the message, or die and send one in the fact twelve men went missing.
But this time, there were several patrons up at the bar. A few at a time would discretely pass two grand over the bar to the hostess. This being the minimum buy in. And she'd two at a time pass them on down the stairs that appeared to head into the storage closet. Most of these people stayed downstairs for the majority of the night, some... strangely never come back out. As they went down, it opened up into a place even larger than the room upstairs. Considering the floor traffic and the large number of players the place was impeccable. The carpet looked almost dry cleaned, all the tables had perfect felt table tops. Practically everything you could want from a casino was down there, but never a slot machine. If you wanted to play with change you could go elsewhere. But unlike most casinos the dealers all looked like they could've been a bouncer. And each of them was obviously carrying. Looking after the dealers was a couple of floor managers, coming down here you'd almost assume this was a legit casino the way it was ran. Looking out into the crowd one would see a few higher up in the police force. Hell, tonight a senator and a judge was there. But unlike most places, here the high rollers got a pony to lick their poll for playing.
Sitting at booth was a very sharp dressed man, and ever so often one of the floor managers would come up and whisper something into his ear. Also some high rollers would come gift him with money or "tributes" for allowing them to play. But the people who could approach him was vastly limited. Most had to leave it with one of his men standing around the outside of his booth.
Most of the night went smoothly, like most. With the occasional guy having a little too much to drink. Or maybe he lost to much money and needed a slight reminder of where he was....
Close to 1 AM, a loud ruckus could be heard coming from the club upstairs. Followed by what sounded like a shotgun round going off. The sounds of commotion and panic echoed from upstairs as everyone tried to leave. The same happened downstairs, as anyone who didn't work there was grabbing what chips and money they had and quickly tried to cram out the back door that opened into an alley in the back. Vincent didn't even move from his chair... just kept slowly sipping the Maker's Mark he favored.
With all the patrons out a dozen armed men with everything ranging from shotguns to assault rifles came barreling downstairs into the casino. All of Vincent's men drew there weapons but were met with a stern "Stand down! I find myself... curious for a change as to who would be dumb... or crazy enough to pull this stunt." With that he stood out of his booth and walked out in front of his men. "Well... how can I help you lads?" The man in front spoke quickly. "You've made a lot of money since coming here, were here to get the tax were owed. We take cash or blood, your choice.." Vincent could help but smirk... And look back towards his men... "Hey lads, go ahead and get out... I'll handle this business..." With that all of Vincent's men started to exit the same was everyone else had. Then the shakedown's leader spoke again... "Are you fucking stupid? We'll just take everything then..." Vincent's men paused, but were met with a waving hand telling them to continue... And they left.
As they did Vincent turned and looked back at the poultry dozen that stood before him, he drug his tongue over his front teeth and then gave a large smile to the men. He then pointed to the leader "So! boss man... your the leader of these guys. That means, you have to live... But do me a favor... humor me... Which is the newest guy? The one you care the least about?" Confused the leader pointed to some young guy, looked like your typical low punk. His suit looked like one you'd get from a Walmart, and he held his weapon like a fanoke... Vincent pointed at him "So you, kiddo... popping your cherry? You know what help pops like a cherry?" And with a loud snap of his fingers the mans head popped like a balloon. As it did the resounding "WHAT THE FUCK!" came from many of the men. One in the back even started to piss himself. Then they all stood there in staring with their jaw dropped in silence. The blood, skull and brain matter landed on several guys including the leader.
Vincent took a few steps forward, hands raised by his sides... "What?.... that's it tough guys?" The leader looked at him "How.... how did you do that?!" Vincent just kept his ear to ear smirk and shook his head slowly. "Oh... Don't you worry about that..." with that someone in the back yelled "Shoot him!!" And most of the men raised there weapons. With that a quick wave of his hand, all but the leader's hands reacted much like the first man's head and exploded. All the guns now on the floor and the rest of the men down and in shock screaming, Vincent closed in on their leader. "Oh, we can't have you idiots ruining my favorite suit now can we?!"He was having to shout due to the screams of pain coming from the others. "OH, SHUT YOUR HOLES!" with that he thru both hands up and all but the last man standing there chests ruptured as their heart exploded out of their chest. He then pointed to the last one "now... put that useless thing down and lets talk business" The man quickly obliged....
Vincent then pulled one of his hands guns from under his coat, chambered a round then shot 3 rounds into his own hand. "And just so you know, this was just over my favorite suit... I was in no harm" He then rotated his wrist showing the slugs mushrooming against his skin. Shaking his hand dropping the slugs onto the ground. "So... who sent ya? To... TAX!?" He said as his eye widen. The man responded "I can't tell you, my family's dead if I do..." Vincent broke out into a hysterical laugh "THEY'LL kill you!" Ten smaller pops came from the mans feet as one by one his toes went. The man quickly collapsed to the floor holding his feet screaming. "Do you realize, how many small..."Looking to the man's groin "things I can make go POP!!!" The man quickly shouted "NO! The Russians, from the north side... They heard how much money you've been earning! AGH! They, just wanted a share since they were here first." Vincent leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Well, now you can tell them I'm coming, and they won't be here much longer if they ever step in my place again. Tell whoever your boss is, I'll take out his employees, his friends, and his family in that order.... I'll make him watch, and in the same room their mangled bodies lay I'll leave him, to die of dehydration or whatever ends up taking him. Because..."He said never losing that damn near charming smile "If you kill him, he doesn't learn A THING... Now crawl your ass out the back door and send deliver my message... And on you way out, send my men in to clean up this mess."
He then turned, sat back at his table and started sipping his drink again. As the man crawled away..."Oh! The name's Vincent, in case anyone is wondering. You won't have to search for me..." He then left the man to either send the message, or die and send one in the fact twelve men went missing.