thanking her with a smile.
Chapter 16: “Making Collection”
Michael took off in his 1963 hell Kat with the pistons blazing; he was headed down to the eastside of Las Vegas’ business district. He caught air off a bump in the road, and flipping out his cell phone coolly, said, “Jackie, its Mike. Gather the crew. We got to clean the collectors.”
“Got you Mike, grab us on the Strip at the Dingo Hotel and Casino in Old Vegas,” said Jackie. Michael zoomed to the back lot of the Dingo, where Jackie, Anthony, and Sal waited impatiently.
”That damn idiot Paulie! How the hell could he let 500 g’s get slipped under his nose like that, fucking ball breaker!” Sal lit a cigarette. Sal was an old timer Dago by heart. Dressed in an Italian suit and pants, he wore two gold rings on his right hand and wore the finest shoes; he had a small crown of grey hair around his forehead and old blue eyes.
“Don’t talk that way about Paulie, Sal. He’s a made man and a decent one at that,” said Anthony. “Besides, if anyone should be calling the kettle black I would say it’s your fucking fault.”
“Ahh, that’s bullshit, you son of a bitch. You think I would screw over the Don and the organization like that?” asked Sal.
“I’m just saying, if the shoe fits, wise ass,” said Anthony coolly.
“Fuck you! Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Listen dickhead, the Don put you in charge of the operation,” said Anthony, getting agitated.
“What! Do you think I stole it?” Sal was getting hot under the collar.
“No, but I just found out from one of our contacts on the north side of town last night that you and your crew did get hit by someone after you boosted the cash from Scarfo’s delivery truck.”
“I admit it, I found out too, an hour ago at the Bouvard Lounge from Joe. How in hell was I supposed to know? I wasn’t actually there on the night of the job. When it was going down, I was doing bookie work at the Maddox Casino for Paulie. Ask Mike, he was on the job.” Sal shook his head.
“True, but he headed home after he escorted the truck to your guys. I know because I was the lookout at the drop-off point,” said Anthony.
“There’s no use bitching about it now. Let’s just make this collection and we’ll figure it out later,” said Jackie.
“Should we tell Mike?” asked Anthony.
“hell no! Not now; this is a major embarrassment on my part with my guys fucking up and he’s been put through enough shit lately,” said Sal, guilty.
Michael called out to his crew and Jackie and the others hopped in. “What the hell are you doing here?” Michael asked Sal.
“Wanted to make sure there would be no problems. Besides, Jackie told me he was short one guy for a job like this,” Sal answered.
The crew raced to Sidney’s off-track betting club, just as Scarfo’s thugs were loading the back of their large delivery truck with bags of stolen protection money. Suddenly, one of the thug’s cell phones rang. “Yeah Boss,” responded the thug, and a muffled voice spoke over on the phone. “What!” exclaimed the thug in surprise. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
The loaded truck took off like lighting, just as Michael and the others got to Sidney’s.
Chapter 17: The Chase
“What the hell?” Jackie said. “They must have been tipped off that we were coming,” said Sal.
“Hold on boys, let’s nail these assholes!” Michael slammed the gas pedal to the floor as they chased the truck on the highway. One thug pulled out an Uzi and the other pulled out an M-16. Both opened fire on the hell Kat; bullets flew as streams of smoke flew out the windows.
“Shit, they’re packed!” said Anthony in surprise.
“What the fuck!” Sal screamed.
The quartet pulled out their pistols and returned fire; bullets zinged between both vehicles as they whipped down the road, with Michael swinging in and out of lanes to keep the gas tank from being hit. Bullets nicked Michael’s
Chapter 16: “Making Collection”
Michael took off in his 1963 hell Kat with the pistons blazing; he was headed down to the eastside of Las Vegas’ business district. He caught air off a bump in the road, and flipping out his cell phone coolly, said, “Jackie, its Mike. Gather the crew. We got to clean the collectors.”
“Got you Mike, grab us on the Strip at the Dingo Hotel and Casino in Old Vegas,” said Jackie. Michael zoomed to the back lot of the Dingo, where Jackie, Anthony, and Sal waited impatiently.
”That damn idiot Paulie! How the hell could he let 500 g’s get slipped under his nose like that, fucking ball breaker!” Sal lit a cigarette. Sal was an old timer Dago by heart. Dressed in an Italian suit and pants, he wore two gold rings on his right hand and wore the finest shoes; he had a small crown of grey hair around his forehead and old blue eyes.
“Don’t talk that way about Paulie, Sal. He’s a made man and a decent one at that,” said Anthony. “Besides, if anyone should be calling the kettle black I would say it’s your fucking fault.”
“Ahh, that’s bullshit, you son of a bitch. You think I would screw over the Don and the organization like that?” asked Sal.
“I’m just saying, if the shoe fits, wise ass,” said Anthony coolly.
“Fuck you! Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Listen dickhead, the Don put you in charge of the operation,” said Anthony, getting agitated.
“What! Do you think I stole it?” Sal was getting hot under the collar.
“No, but I just found out from one of our contacts on the north side of town last night that you and your crew did get hit by someone after you boosted the cash from Scarfo’s delivery truck.”
“I admit it, I found out too, an hour ago at the Bouvard Lounge from Joe. How in hell was I supposed to know? I wasn’t actually there on the night of the job. When it was going down, I was doing bookie work at the Maddox Casino for Paulie. Ask Mike, he was on the job.” Sal shook his head.
“True, but he headed home after he escorted the truck to your guys. I know because I was the lookout at the drop-off point,” said Anthony.
“There’s no use bitching about it now. Let’s just make this collection and we’ll figure it out later,” said Jackie.
“Should we tell Mike?” asked Anthony.
“hell no! Not now; this is a major embarrassment on my part with my guys fucking up and he’s been put through enough shit lately,” said Sal, guilty.
Michael called out to his crew and Jackie and the others hopped in. “What the hell are you doing here?” Michael asked Sal.
“Wanted to make sure there would be no problems. Besides, Jackie told me he was short one guy for a job like this,” Sal answered.
The crew raced to Sidney’s off-track betting club, just as Scarfo’s thugs were loading the back of their large delivery truck with bags of stolen protection money. Suddenly, one of the thug’s cell phones rang. “Yeah Boss,” responded the thug, and a muffled voice spoke over on the phone. “What!” exclaimed the thug in surprise. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
The loaded truck took off like lighting, just as Michael and the others got to Sidney’s.
Chapter 17: The Chase
“What the hell?” Jackie said. “They must have been tipped off that we were coming,” said Sal.
“Hold on boys, let’s nail these assholes!” Michael slammed the gas pedal to the floor as they chased the truck on the highway. One thug pulled out an Uzi and the other pulled out an M-16. Both opened fire on the hell Kat; bullets flew as streams of smoke flew out the windows.
“Shit, they’re packed!” said Anthony in surprise.
“What the fuck!” Sal screamed.
The quartet pulled out their pistols and returned fire; bullets zinged between both vehicles as they whipped down the road, with Michael swinging in and out of lanes to keep the gas tank from being hit. Bullets nicked Michael’s
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