"Tommy!" Ken Rosenberg yelled as he suddenly burst through the door of the bar.

Tommy looked up, startled. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, shattering against the hard marble. Tommy stood up and grabbed Ken by his shirt collar, he slammed him forcefully against the wall. Ken gasped as the breath was knocked out of him.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Tommy yelled at Ken, "Don't EVER surprise me like that again, you hear me!"

"Y-yes. Yeah Tommy." Ken said weakly. "I'm-I'm sorry."

Tommy released him, letting him slide slowly to the ground. He took a step backwards. What the hell was happening to him? He couldn't figure it out, he hadn't been himself lately at all.

"What did you want." Tommy said, turning around so that his back faced Ken.

"I was just..." His voice trailed off in fear.

"What!" Tommy yelled at him.

"This guy down at the Pole Position, he got rough with one of the girls. I had the guards grab him and bring him back here, he's downstairs by the pool. I was just wondering what you wanted us to do with him. Jesus..."

"I'll take care of it." Tommy said as he turned quickly to walk out of the room.

Ken sat in a slight daze, he closed his eyes to clear his head. His eyes immediately popped open again as he heard something slowly walking towards him. The sight was horrifying, he tried to yell for Tommy, but a lump in his throat stopped him. A horrified sob escaped his throat.

Tommy continued walking down stairs to find the man who had roughed up one of his girls. He walked through the door leading to the pools in the back of the mansion. What he saw made him laugh, for the first time in months. A small boom box was placed on the ground, disco music that Tommy didn't recognize was playing. Next to the boom box was a man dressed only in women's underwear, he was dancing to the music. Beside him were four of Tommy's guards, laughing and swigging whiskey.

"Now you know what it feels like to be one of those girls! Keep dancing you groping bastard!" One of the guards yelled, laughing.

The dancing man choked back a sob of humiliation as he kept dancing. He was a fat man with a large gut hanging over the top of the panties the guards had fitted him with. He was sweating profusely, the sweat clung to his thin chest hairs like desperate hands.

Tommy walked towards the man to look him in the face, "You see how it feels now?"

The man nodded, "I'm so sorry sir, please let me go. Please."

Tommy turned around and held out his hand. One of the guards quickly stood up and handed Tommy a pair of shiny brass knuckles. Tommy slipped them over his knuckles and turned back to face the fat dancing man.

"No!" The man shouted as he saw the brass knuckles.

He turned to run, but Tommy was quicker. He grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. He hit him in the face with all of his might, the brass met with the man's jaw with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed into the air and onto Tommy's face. Tommy blinked the red droplets out of his eyes and watched as the pathetic man clutched his broken jaw.

The man fell slowly to the ground, he began crying.

"That's it, cry you fucking tough guy. Just remember, you don't touch my girls and get away with it. Understand?" Tommy said smiling.

The man nodded slowly.

"Mario, take this piece of shit and throw him into an alley somewhere, tell the cops he got hit by a car." Tommy said to one of the guards.

Mario laughed as him and the other guards hoisted the fat man to his feet and began dragging him back to the waiting car. Tommy turned to go back to the bar, taking his handkerchief out of his jacket and wiping the blood from his face in the process.

After walking through the mansion and towards the bar, Tommy stopped dead in his tracks. The door to the bar was closed, the light from inside escaped from the space that separated the bottom of the door and the floor. It was something else that caught his eye however, rolling out from under the door in a steady stream, was a trail of dark red blood.

"Oh no, Ken!" Tommy yelled as he burst through the door.

His hand immediately clasped over his mouth in horror as his eyes took in the scene in front of him. Laying on the white marble floor was the dead body of Ken Rosenberg, his body was completely mutilated. Both of his arms had been severed, they lay lifelessly to the side of his body. Flies had gathered around it. Ken's head was nearly crushed, his brains had spilled onto the floor. His stomach was ripped open as well, his intestines were strewn across the room. Tommy couldn't look at it anymore, he turned around and vomited onto the floor.

After he was done, he wiped the rest of the vomit from the edges of his mouth. His paranoia was finally confirmed, something was horribly wrong. Someone was after him, and it was apparent that whoever it was was a complete psychopath. Tommy fell to his knees suddenly, he covered his eyes with his hands and let the tears roll out.

"Shit, shit!" Tommy screamed.

All the years of killing and betrayal had paid off, Tommy was having some kind of breakdown. Someone out to kill him was just the last straw, the breakdown was fueled by all of his stress, and his guilt.

Tommy looked up as one of his bodyguards opened the door and looked into the room. A look of horror came over his face.

"Boss.." He choked out, "What, what the hell did you do?"

"Clean the mess up." Tommy said as he stood up.

"What did you do..." The guard repeated.

"DO IT!" Tommy yelled as he stormed out of the room and into his office.

He had to sit down and concentrate, try to figure out who was behind this. Tommy shakily laid a line of cocaine down upon the table and snorted it, trying to calm his nerves.

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Well, there's chapter 2, what'd you think? Please review this, thanks.