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Post by Hannah on Dec 5, 2008 11:29:49 GMT
Lefty got out of the car without any hesitation. He joined Donnie on the sidewalk while the other cars that were with them stopped behidn their car. The men got out and joined the two of them.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2008 13:35:48 GMT
I take the initiative, walking to the bar in front of which we parked the cars. A guy (tall, broad, in a black suit) stops me at the door, putting a hand on my shoulder. He informs us that no one enters without an invite.
Which is perfect.
At least now we can be sure there's some Genovese big shots in this place.
I glance over to Sonnie and Left, who both shrug their shoulders.
"Alright.." I turn back to the guy in front of the door. Then suddenly, I punch him hard in the face - making something crack (his nose, maybe) and causing him to collapse on the floor.
"There's your fucking invite, buddy."
I step over the guy, and all of us push past the entrance and throw the door open, walking into the club.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 7, 2008 16:32:17 GMT
"Hello there buddies." Lefty greets the people inside and looks around the bar. It is pretty much empty, except for a group of about 7 men at the end of it.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2008 18:20:55 GMT
Those seven get up from their barstools instantly, recognizing the group of intruders who are now approaching them. One of the guys quickly reaches for his gun, taking it from the inside pocket of his coat and drawing it out.
I beat him to it though. I grab the wrist with which he holds the gun, and twist it so that he cries out in pain. I take the gun and turn it around, the barrel now pointed at him - perfectly aimed at his forehead.
"That's hardly a warm welcome, motherfucker." I snap.
The other six don't sit still though. They all draw their guns. And so do the guys who came in with Donnie. So the club ends up with twelve gangsters - weapons ready. The attention of the others go to the two at the far end of the bar though.. Donnie and the other guy. Who is the boss of this gang. Donnie's hand is absolutely unwavering as he keeps the gun pressed to the guys forehead though.
"You and I are gonna have a chat, you sick fuck." Donnie continues, unbothered by the weapons aimed at him. "You got it?"
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Post by Hannah on Dec 7, 2008 19:14:46 GMT
The guy looks at the gun in front of his eyes and swallows a bit, not wanting to give in this quickly though. "What do you want?! Coming into my place like this?!" He snaps with a thick italian accent.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 8, 2008 9:46:49 GMT
"I could ask you the same fucking thing!" I snap, trying hard to control my anger and not to shoot the prick here and now. "My girl, someone took her. Who, and where the fuck is she?" My finger curls around the trigger of the gun.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 9, 2008 8:18:22 GMT
"Who is your girl?" The guy demands, pretending not to know what Donnie is talking about.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 9, 2008 14:06:10 GMT
"You know who she is. Don't play dumb with me.. you're only tempting me to blow out your brains already, motherfucker." I growl.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 9, 2008 14:08:08 GMT
"But if you would do so.. you would never find her, so you won't." The guy challenges Donnie.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 9, 2008 14:39:16 GMT
"Right.. Maybe I'll take my chances. Or maybe.." I press the gun firmer against his forehead, "Maybe I'll just start cutting of limbs. One after another. And I'll keep you alive just enough to still be able to talk." I threaten.
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