Chapter II
Jack had a reason for earning his title. In his earlier years, he often held raids against many of Johnny's foes. Bringing down people like Marco Monroe and Danny S. Both legitimate to their names. Monroe held nearly half the city before Johnny and Jack stood up and took his turfs. Following the ways of Jack, Danny mimicked his move and only ended up losing most of his land along with his precious life. What was left of Danny's was in custody of Jan Sovanni, his only daughter. Of course, Jan had better ways of giving in to Jack before losing like her former father. Now, she and Jack held frequent "Meetings" where they discussed and negotiated as well a few other things. In one of those raids against Danny, Jack copied the style of the madman formerly known as, "Jack the Ripper." After that, "Jack the Pirate" was born into society for copying the styles of such a psycho.
But as Jack lives, so does Jimmy.
"I'm just going to ask ya this once, understand?!" the barman nodded. "Tell me where Lance Master is." The barman, with a trembling mouth, spoke. "M-Masters is a-at Jack's o-office." The Henchman of Jimmie's released the bald man and they all walked outside with everyone knowing their next destination.
"Well, I think that's all the time I'll take from you, gentleman, I have powerful negotiations of head of me and I need rest." Jack nodded and glanced for Nick to courteously open the door for him. "I'll see ya around, Mr. Masters." Lance smiled placing on his hat and heading for the door mumbling on the short way. "You'll see me, alright, you'll definitely see me." Once gone, Nick rushed to Jack, "Damn it! I know that bastard is riding something here, man, I just know it!" Jack did nothing related to Nick's reaction, he kept but a simple smile displayed on his face. "Yes, but according to my rules, Mr. Masters doesn't have a clue who's playing who."
Off the shore, in a luxurious yacht, men of business conversed about more important matters. "As you all know, our dear friend and highly respected member of the syndicate, Johnny Carmon, died yesterday in an unfortunate fire accident." Half of the men kept laughs to them for they knew it had all been arranged by Carlos. "You, you are the bomb, man," Carlos looked at the high voiced speaker. "You're the leader here! You'll take us up above this shitty city!" The rest of them joined in his laughter and so did Carlos. Yet no one noticed Carlos and his slow motion towards the man. "You know, Carl, I think you are very correct," Carl nodded drawing on his Cuban imported cigar, "but I don't like the little word 'we' in here." Carl's lips released the cigar and seconds later the shiny platinum colored 9mm was releasing smoke behind Carl's back. "There is no 'we' in this forgotten city, everybody lives under their own definitions. I'm sure Carl will be a good set example of what I mean."
Jimmy and his posse were already walking towards Jack's office with Tommy's and 45s in hands. "Alright, listen up, boys, we are gonna go up and kill all living, ok? I want no survivors!" The small but lethal group nodded and followed Jimmy towards the entrance. Inside, Jack and company were waiting impatiently. "Here's Jimmy!" as the posse came in, none of them saw the bullets from behind the desks, chairs, and even file cabinets. It was all so quick that in the end, all of them were all the floor with the exception that some were living and some had already tasted lead.
"You won't get out of this one, James, I suggest you throw it out!" the shots kept firing towards the desk. "Screw you, Jack!" more fire kept going. "I got a proposal for you. Both of us respected Johnny in our different ways, your were his businessman, and I was his loose gun. I suggest we join and take Guzman. What do ya say?!" Jimmy stopped the fire and after a few minutes of reordering his mind, he threw the gun sideways. "You got my attention, Jack."
Lance opened the giant doors towards his mansion. Like the rest of the underground syndicate, Lance showed his power and feared not the police, but his own self. Lance was a man of hard work who started off with Danny S. way back. They were like brothers, one behind the other all the time. And it was no different on the day of his murder. Lance was there and he knew Jack was coming. He remembered the words he told his "Brother" that day: "Danny, we have lived our lives together with backs on each other. But somehow you've managed to get more ahead of me in these past whiles. I'm sick of that, Danny, sick and tired of that bullshit your throwing my way! We were suppose to be like relatives, but you crossed the line without me." Danny flashed his smooth smile towards Lance who at the moment seemed expecting something. "You know Lance, the most ironic thing of this was that I had plans for your uprising, my friend. Yes, you're right, I did cross that line, but for you. Because we cared for each other. I know jack is coming. Matter of fact, I know he's in my house already. But I don't care anymore, Lance, I don't. I hope you have the life you desire." At that precise moment, Jack came in with the 12 inch long blade in his hand and slid it across the throat of Danny with no remorse. But to his luck, Jack missed as Lance ran out of the room.
End Chapter II
A/N: Sorry about the offensive words. Hope you keep reading. Laterz…