Chapter 2
Get your gats,fella's.
The gang sits at a table in an underground casino,playing cards and drinking.
Nick takes a cigar out of his mouth.''So what's the plan,boss?''
Jonah places his hand on the table.''They try to clip one of ours,we'll clip one of theirs.
A waitress hands Jonah a glass of moonshine.
''Thank you,sweetheart.''Jonah watches the girl as she walks away.
''She's a fine floozy,huh?''
Nick raises his glass.
Grant laughs and takes a sip of his drink.
''Amen'',Nick shouts.
''Damn;another 2-7.''Grant slams his cards on his table as Nick laughs and takes his chips.
''Alright, load up the car'',Jonah says.
''Can I go?'',a wide-eyed Ethan asks.
''It's too dangerous, Jonah with your Zio until we get back.''
''Yes sir'',utters a sad Ethan.
''Welp,get my roscoe,Grant.''
Jonah places a tip between the waitresse's cleavage as she returns.
''Keep the change,doll.''
The gang gathers their weapons and leave.
As Jonah walks out,he greets the casino owner,Evan.
''See ya around,wiseguy.''
Jonah puts on his sunglasses.''Let's roll out.''
The sound of tires squeal through the night as the Proteggeres embark on a mission to kill.