A/N: Hey guys, I'm baaaaaccck! lol. Its been such a long time but, don't worry. Its finally up! Hope you guys enjoy Chapter 7, and love the new characters I've added. I figured it was time to finish this chapter and get started on the next one ASAFP haha. Don't forget to reply:) Enjoy!
The Starlight Casino shined brightly with its lights and swanky design. People were wearing top quality clothes and walking inside. Several valets were either handing the keys to some of the folks or were given the keys from them. A large fountain was lit up and water was spraying upward while a long red carpet was laid on the ground. It almost seemed like an awards show was going on.
"There we are…Starlight Casino and Hotel Resort. Lets get this car parked," David said quietly.
Randy had another idea. "Forget that. Get this shit valet by one of these guys."
David sighed and went along with it. Why argue with the guy again, he thought as he pulled up to the curb. A valet ran up to his car and opened the door for David.
"Right this way sir."
David handed him the keys and said, "Be careful with the car now kid." He handed the young man a twenty. "Randy come on man." David was walking down the red carpet feeling like a celebrity. Randy smiled his ass off, feeling great as they got inside. People walked around; others tried their luck on the slots or the betting tables, some were drinking over by the bar, while some were spellbound by the marvelous buffet they had.
"What I tell ya? I told you this place was fucking nice." Randy said grinning from ear to ear.
"Well yea it really does…so how are we going to look for this Forelli guy?" David asked while he stopped a young lady and traded some of his cash for chips.
Well I'll look for him. In the meantime little brother, go have some fun. Eat, bet on the horses…hell maybe ya might meet a woman!" Randy laughed as he walked down the lobby.
David wasn't exactly the gambling type of guy. In fact the only time he ever gambled was back in Vice City. During his first year he was shooting dice with several Haitians. David was winning and nearly taking everyone's money. This only pissed them off quickly and in one swoop, David was struck in the back of the head by aluminum metal baseball bat. After being robbed of his wallet, and robbed of most of his clothing, it was official; he wouldn't gamble for a very long time.
"Hey pal, ya gonna bet or what? I ain't got all fucking night," said the lady shuffling the deck of cards with an annoyed glance.
"Oh, sorry." David apologized. "How much?"
Elsewhere, Randy was looking around watching people having a good time; he saw one of the workers taking a small break resting against the wall.
"Hey buddy, you know where I can find Paul?" Randy asked.
The employee glimpsed at him and said, "There's a few of the workers named Paul."
Randy scoffed. "Well obviously I meant the owner, prick."
Shifting his body he jerked his thumb over by the door. "His office is right by the nickel slots. It's a red door"
Randy nodded and thanked him as he walked over to the nickel slots and saw the red door being guarded by two men. One was white while the other was a black male. Both of them were his height and build, while wearing wraparound shades and a Bluetooth earpiece. No doubt they're packing a piece inside their suits. The suited guards looked at Randy approaching, who was smiling like a goof.
"Sorry pal, no admittance." The white suited security guard said
"Hey relax, I just wanted to talk to Paul…he's expecting me." Randy said flashing a Kool-Aid smile.
"Oh really?" The black suited security guard replied.
Before Randy could even blink, one of the guards held him against the wall while the other one began patting him down for any firearms. Randy eyes widen as he struggled. As much as he wanted to slug one of them in the face, it wouldn't solve anything.
"The fuck's your problem? Let me go!" Randy yelled.
"Stop struggling, and we will," said the white security guard.
After a few more seconds of checking him, they came up with only his wallet, an expired condom, and a small black comb. Disappointed the two let him go. As Randy straightened himself up, one of the guards knocked on the door. In several seconds the door made a buzzing sound and clicked opened."
"He doesn't like to wait…so go ahead."
Nodding, Randy walked inside and saw only one guard. He was holding a Steyr TMP submachine gun and no shades at all. Paul on the other hand, was munching on a spinach and cheese calzone. He was a bit shorter than Randy, thick like Randy and unlike Randy; Paul was beginning to go bald. His nose was turned up, while he had only one small scar on his cheek, which was probably from a fight he had years ago. His hair was dark brown just like the color in his eyes and had a small smile on his face seeing Randy."
"Well, well. Ricky, take a seat pal. You want a calzone? Made from scratch by some of the finest Sicilian cooks to be working down here."
"Sure I'll have what you're having…and it's Randy, not Ricky," said Randy correcting him.
"Excuse you? Hey kid I know what I said, so do me a favor and don't fucking correct me understand?" Paul said showing a flash of anger. Randy slowly nodded, only to make Paul laugh in high spirits. "Take it easy Randy, I'm just bustin' your balls, what are you getting so nervous for? Tell ya what, lets have some to eat and discuss some things. George, go tell the cook to get some more of these calzones and a few loaves of garlic bread." He slipped a folded twenty-dollar bill in his pocket.
"Sure thing boss," said George as he started walking out of the door. Just as he reached his hand on the doorknob, Paul yelled out.
"Hey! The fuck's the matta with you? Holster that fucking gun before you head out, ya dumb fuck."
"Sorry about that boss," said George as he walked out in total embarrassment.
He turned to Randy. "Hard to find help these days, epically guys like him."
Randy chuckled and said, "I know the feeling. I got a moolie down at my club just like that. Dumb as a sack of rocks, but takes orders very easy. Speaking of finding help, I got a little business proposition that you might want to sink your teeth into."
Paul looked at him cynically for several seconds, but nodded and said, "I'm listening."
"I got this guy…well he's my little brother actually. Well he came back from Vice City from college and…"
Before he could finish, Paul laughter kicked in. "Listen Randy, I don't have time for some college kid to become my bookie. I already got someone for that."
"Listen, book smarts isn't just his strong suit. The other day I was with him at a club, and let's just say someone started shooting over some bullshit, you know how it is. Paul, my brother got the technique, and the ruthless ways of a killer that can put the fear of any original gangster…hell, he even scared me when he taking them down. You should see the look on his face. He's calm, smart, and modest with a smile on his face. But when the shit hits the fan, he's got one serious mug that can even make a grown man cry before seeing their maker. He can get anything done, I guarantee that, and you don't even have to pay him much." Randy grinned easily telling how good his brother was. His palm began getting clammy and was beginning to breathe out loud a bit.
"Ok…sounds interesting. Where is he?" Paul asked while looking at the suitcase. "By the way, what's in the case?"
"Oh he's by the blackjack tables, and this? "Randy opened it bestow Paul, three thousand dollars and two keys of uncut Colombian cocaine. "My brother and my gift to you…and hoping to join in the ranks of your family. Go ahead Paul, its good stuff."
Looking at Randy, he pulled out a small switchblade and made a small slit in the package. He then gently scooped a bit out with the tip of knife, and tasted it. He glanced at Randy, then at the Columbian flake. He smiled for a bit and set the package back into the suitcase.
"Nice…very nice. Well I'm looking forward to meeting your brother." Paul smiled extending his hand. "Why don't we have the food over by the lounge room, my son is over by there with the rest of the fellas. I'm sure they would love to greet you."
Rand smiled and shook hands with his new boss as he said, "I'm sure they will. I know David will even more."
Back at the baccarat table David was at, he had a sly grin on his face. In no longer than one hour, he had $8000.00 in chips. The dealer was getting upset even more. David was feeling lucky as he had several spectators watching David make another win. As the dealer declared him a winner, four suited security guards came and hovered over him. He felt one of them tap on his shoulder as the huge guard looked down on him and lowered his shades a bit.
"You David DePalma?" He asked in a surprisingly squeaky voice.
"Yea…what did my brother do now," said David realizing that his brother got into some trouble, and had to pull him out of the fire again.
"Actually your brother didn't do anything wrong at all. Our boss asked of you. He would like if you had dinner with him and his son over by the Starlight lounge room."
Well that's a first, David thought. "Sure why not," said David as he began getting up and putting his chips into a small tray. "Is there anyway I can cash these?"
Another guard came forward. "We'll have that done for you Mr. DePalma."
"Ok…where's the Starlight lounge?" David asked as he took two $50 chips and tipped the dealer before the guard took the tray from him.
"Right this way." Another guard said as David walked with the bulky guard.
They walked up a flight of stairs and to a large hallway where the lounge was located. There was a large bar with a lot of bottles to choose from. There was a small stage up front with curtains; several stage lights and a microphone in the middle. Across from the crowd was a table in the center with Randy laughing and drinking it up with Paul and the guys.
"Hey, David, over here!" Randy yelled out waving at David to come over.
As David walked over, Paul patted him on the back. "So your Randy's brother eh?"
"Well not by choice. I take it your Paul Forelli correct?" David said shaking his hand.
"The one and only kid. Have a seat, the show is almost about to start."
As David sat down, a waiter came up with an order. "Shall I bring another bottle of red wine sir?"
"Yes you may. Hey David, you want anything to drink? It's on me." Paul said puffing on a fat Cuban cigar.
"Just cranberry juice and a club soda." David replied.
"You know, my girlfriend usually drinks cranberry juice when she's on her period…helps her calm down. So tell me…you on your period sweetheart?"
"The fuck did you say?" David turned around clenching his fist and saw a man who looked no older than him.
"Hey Johnny, watch your mouth." Paul said sternly. "Give him a week before you start that shit. Don't mind my son David…he just got made."
Johnny was just as old as David only he was 5'7. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. His body frame was powerfully built and had a square jaw. He had on a burgundy two-piece suit as well as a pair of alligator skin shoes. The bling from his four-carat diamond pinky ring and sapphire-encrusted Cuban bracelet almost blinded David.
"So, this is 'professional' Randy was talking about?" Johnny said, as he looked at David up and down then scoffed. "If you ask me pop, he isn't much."
"We'll find out soon enough. Now Randy, David, lets get to business," said Paul as he snuffed out his cigar in an empty ashtray. "Before I can put you guys to work, I have a few rules and regulations I hope you two can follow. I expect only the best from my boys so don't fuck up and we wont have any problems. I also expect a monthly tribute so don't come up short. Finally…and you remember this…and remember it good. Don't betray me…don't you ever in your fucking life betray me. Are we clear?" Paul said looking serious.
"Crystal clear Mr.Forelli." David simply said nodding. Damn it Randy, what did you get us into?
"So Paul, who's going on the stage? A band?" Randy asked while sipping on his wine.
"Lilly. She's a singer." Johnny said looking at his watch.
As the waiter came back with David's juice and club soda, the light began to dim a bit and an announcer's voice came on the PA.
"Ladies and gentleman, before we start tonight's main attraction, we at the Starlight Hotel and Casino would like to welcome Paul Forelli and his son Johnny tonight." A medium sized spotlight emerged out towards the table. Both Paul and Johnny smiled while the audience clapped, until the spotlight went off. "And now, we would like to introduce a woman whose voice can make anyone's day. Miss. Lilly Giovanni."
The audience began to clap as soon as the curtains opened and a single person slowly walked out. As the spotlight and the lights slowly came up, the crowd cheered, whistled, and threw out several lewd comments on how fine she was. David couldn't blame them; he was straining himself from giving out catcalls. Lilly was an extremely beautiful woman, with her auburn hair that reached to her middle of her back, green eyes that shined like a pair of emeralds, and light brown skin tone showing that she had Sicilian or Puerto Rican quality…or just a really good tan. She was a little bit tall with a voluptuous curvy, figure. Even some of the women in the lounge were jealous of her looks. As Lilly approached the microphone, she had a beauty spot positioned on her left cheek that complimented on her green eyes and red full lips. She was dressed in a metallic green evening dress that looked a bit tight on her and, made her ass look curvy and big just like Jennifer Lopez, while the front of the dress showed her cleavage and the four-carat diamond and emerald necklace.
"Goddamn." Randy whispered to David.
Tell me about it…she's beautiful…TOO beautiful, David thought as another set of curtains opened up showing a small band.
Lilly's eyes were half closed while trying to get used to the bright lighting for a few seconds. Once her eyes were finally opened she took the microphone off the stand and said in breathless anticipation, "Hit it."
The band started to play the song 'Big Spender' by Shirley Bassey, while Lilly sashayed back and forth lovingly and started to sing.
The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction
A real big spender
Good lookin' so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's goin' on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every guy i see
Hey big spender,
spend a little time with me
Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun
(fun, fun, fun, fun)
How's about a few laughs, laughs, laughs
(laughs, laughs, laughs, laughs)
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time!
So let me get right to the point,
I don't pop my cork for every guy i see
Hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender
Spend, a little time with me
Spend a little time with me.
As she finished the lounge roared in excitement and applauded. She took a bow and smiled at Johnny blowing a kiss at him. Johnny grinned stupidly as she walked down the stairs and joined with Johnny and the rest.
"So Johnny, what do you think of that?" Lilly asked as she held Johnny kissing him deeply in front of everyone.
Johnny looked at her and smirked a bit. "Well it was alright."
She rolled her eyes. "Well at least you showed up." She pointed to Randy and David. "Let me guess, your daddy got more lapdogs to do his work?"
Johnny nodded and said, "Yea Randy here is supposed to be working with me making some deals and shit. As for his brother, fuck if I know, just random shit."
Johnny's cell phone began to rang and Lilly rolled her eyes, knowing business came before her. "I'll be at the bar when your done."
"Yea, yea, whatever." Johnny replied waving his hand around as if saying 'leave me the fuck alone'.
Lilly stared at Johnny for a few more seconds and stormed off to the bar. She needed a drink and quick. As she approched the bar, the bartender behind the counter stared at her with googily eyes. He was just like the rest of guys; allways staring at her chest and hardly at her face. She covered her cleavage, and got right into the man's face.
"Hey, eyes up front prick." Lilly said annoyed.
"Sorry ma'am. What would you like tonight?" the bartender said slyly.
"Orange juice and vodka please." Lilly said softly resting herself against the counter looking at Johnny and his father talking. "And put it in a really big glass." She added.
As the bartender prepared her drink, Randy walked up to her and looked at her and cleared his throat to get her attention. She slowly turned to look at him and scoffed.
"Sorry, I'm not doing any autographs right now." Lilly said while watching the bartender make her drink.
"Well I wasn't asking for an autograph. I was hoping me and you can get to talking." Randy said smiling.
"How about we don't and say we did."
"Come on, you know how much money I got? I can take real good care of you. I got Patriot parked outside with a tv in the headrest and nice sound system," said Randy lying through his teeth and smiling.
Lilly raised an eyebrow at him and laughed slightly. "Yea, sure buddy."
Randy continued and placed his hand on hers, rubbing it slightly. "Babe, I got five accountants, six doctors, four lawyers, nine bodyguards, and eight more lawyers to watch over the first four lawyers."
Lilly moved her hand back slightly disgusted and rolling her eyes. "Look, step off little boy."
"And I got custom-made condom's too. Sometimes when I don't feel like fucking, I let somebody else fuck for me."
"Honestly, your mistaking me for someone who gives a fuck what you think." Lilly said getting pissed off glaring at Randy.
Hearing her getting upset still didn't stop Randy as he tried some more. "And just the other day, I traded in all my platinum cards and got myself a uranium card. I could get you anything you wanted."
Lilly smiled at him and inched closer. "Really? You can get me anything I wanted?"
"Damn right I could," said Randy feeling something rise up in his pants. "Now tell Randy here, what you want him to get for you."
Smiling seductively she scooted closer to him and took her drink In a quick second, she threw the drink into Randy's face and looked at him with a smug look on her face. "What you can do for me is take those tired ass 1980 pick-up lines the fuck out of my face. Is that understood?"
Randy didn't say anything as he grabbed his drink and walked back to his brother and the rest of guys in pure humiliation.
"So, did you get her number Randy?" David asked while mocking at him with a thumbs-up.
"Fuck yall," muttered Randy causing the group to laugh even more at him.
Paul waved his hands hushing everyone up. "Well now, that Randy is done making an ass out of himself, lets get to business. David, I'm going to call sometime tomorrow morning. In the meantime your brother and I are going to discuss several things. So in the meantime enjoy the rest of the night."
David nodded and extended his hand out for a handshake. "Well it's been a pleasure meeting you Paul. Hope things work out with me and you."
Paul shook his hand and said, "I hope so too."
The rest of the guys said their goodbyes to David as he finished the rest of his drink and got up from his chair. As he started walking, he took a look at Lilly and her curves up to her beautiful face. She noticed him looking and smiled lightly for several seconds, before she turned away and went straight to her vodka and orange juice.
As David left the lounge he saw Johnny smoking a cigarette. He looked at David and put the cig out before walking up to him. "I'm sure everything went well while I stepped away for a moment, right?"
David nodded. "Yea, everything is roses. Your father is supposed to be giving me a wake up call of some sort."
Johnny laughed and said, "Well don't act all surprised if you get a call around 6am. Matter of fact, how would you like to do something for me?"
David looked at him and shrugged. "Depends. What you got in store for me?"
Johnny looked over at Lilly by the bar. "Well I'll call you around the morning for the offer. Now if you excuse me," said Johnny jerking his thumb at Lilly sitting by the bar. "I have to keep this bitch happy, you know how it is. Talk to you later David."
Not trying to show any anger from what he called Lilly, David just smiled and said, "Yea see you too."
David headed outside and handed his keys to the valet and the valet scrambled to grab his Sentinel. While David stood by waiting one of the security guards tapped him on the shoulder.
"Here's the money we had changed for you Mr. DePalma. I hope you had a pleasant stay here."
"I did. Have a good night," said David as he tipped the security guard a $20. In two minutes, the car came back still looking good as ever. He didn't bother tipping the valet but he thanked him anyway and drove off.
The car zoomed up towards the freeway and into the busy road. He rolled down the windows and tuned the radio to Beats 98.9. The station was known for playing instrumentals. He started nodded his head to the tune of Ruff Ryders Anthem.
I really hope Randy, doesn't screw this up…what am I saying, he mostly will. As for Lilly, what is she doing with an asshole like Johnny? I could be a better man to her…let me stop, that's the boss's son. Let him find out I even tried to flirt with his main squeeze…and he's probably going to squeeze a damn bullet into me. Still, she deserves so much better than him. And as for mama…I haven't even gotten a chance to say hi to her since I got back. Knowing her, I'm going to get an earful. At least she will be glad her son is a college graduate…and pissed knowing that I'm working for the mob.