Utterly dedicated to preserving their self-image of perfection, the evil are unceasingly engaged in the effort to maintain the appearance of moral purity. They worry about this a great deal. They are acutely sensitive to social norms and what others might think of them. Outwardly they seem to live lives that are above reproach. The words "image." "appearance," and "outwardly" are crucial to understanding the morality of the evil. -M. Scott Peck
I own nothing.
A bank five weeks earlier...
It was a calm morning as the people were waiting in line then the clerks were waiting patiently for lunch break when suddenly two men in masks came walking inside. "I would like two make a withdrawl!" One of them said as he shot a AK 47 into the ceiling. A few minutes later the other zipping up two duffle bags full of money. "Thank you everyone now have a nice day!" They ran outside into a cargo van and drove off.
Present Day...
"So Dan did you here?" Jenny asked.
"Here about what?"
"There have been a series of bank robberies in New York."
"You don't say."
"Yeah apparently they were all done by a guy named Dante he's practically been running the criminal underworld this summer ever since the Five families got wiped in a massive police bust."
"You don't say what have you heard about him?"
"Not much just that he run's every brothel, drug ring, and is in charge of illegal counter fitting U.S., Mexican, and Canadian money."
"Wow are you sure he isn't just some urban legend? All that sounds a little far fetched."
"It's not this guy literally runs everything illegal in the upper east side even gambling and street races."
"Wow sounds like a rumor to me."
"It's not it's real."
"Listen Jenny if it's okay with you I have go and wash up."
"Um... sure yeah."
"Thanks your the best."
Inside the bathroom...
Dan was in the bath room he was washing his face when his phone rang. "Why are you calling me Damien? You know your not suppose to contact me I contact you." Dan asked abruptly after making sure no one was around to hear them.
"Listen Boss I thought you might want to know that someone has been asking question around the club and and the shipping yard." Damien explained fear in his voice.
"What are serious who has been asking questions?" Dan asked furiously.
"A detective his name's Morris that's all I know about him he keeps making the jumpy the girls on the street are jumpy to and don't even get me started on the dealers, suppliers, and manufacturers."
"Ah damn it. When I agreed to help you out of your jam with the cops you agreed to help me become the richest man in New York! Do you have any idea how much work I put into being the Top Dog on the streets? I'm I robbed a bank and almost got FUCKING caught!"
"I know I was the driver."
Suddenly Nate walked in. "Yeah we'll talk about this later." He hung up.
"Hello Dan." Nate said with contempt.
"Hello Nate." Dan said in the same tone of voice. With that Dan walked out immediately.
Nate walked into a stall he closed the door. He took out the file and began ripping it up. After all the tiny pieces fell he flushed them all down the drain and then he walked out.
Outside the Hilton...
Chuck and his fiancee were getting into there limo. When she got a text from the gossip girl site. "OH MY GOD!"
"What what is it?" Chuck asked concerned. She shows him the picture. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! IS THAT REALLY SERENA?" He was completely disgusted.
Well well we have had quite a few surprises tonight can't wait to see what comes up next you know you love me xoxo- Gossip Girl ; )