Chapter 1- Inside Repmire Inn
It had been two years. Two godamn years since the events of the night at the speakeasy. A night that Dandy Dan could scarcely remember. He liked it that way. Besides, he had been so distracted with life around him-moving to Los Angeles, spending time with his husband Leroy and picking their son Thomas from swimming. One thing had stayed the same throughout- his surname Nash which had been adopted by both Leroy and Thomas. However he used his own name more now.
Daniel Nash. It was odd to be called by that name again. He had finally ditched his mobster lifestyle to become a music teacher who hoped to get his PhD in education next year.
"You thinking about something again Dan" asked Leroy from the opposite side of the table. "You know we didn't just come to the Repmire in for thinking. This is my treat for you and all that you've done..." he raised his eyebrow suggestively, "to me"
I grinned cheekily, "I hope to keep you always in that mood"
"What mood?"
"Satisfied"
Suddenly a figure dashed through the Inn and arrived at the table. Dan exclaimed with surprise and embarrassment, "Mrs UKIP, what's up?"
Blousey gasped aloud, "God I found you, Dandy Dan, you're alive"
"Daniel Nash. And whats happened."
"You don't know! You need to get your tits on Snapchat Dan! He's after you, Bugsy's after you!"
"What's he posted Blousey?"
"He's not alone this time, Dan he's got his own gang"
"Who?"
"The Clayton Hall Mafia"