~Part 2: Mack the Knife~

*Mikey looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. A black vest with barely visible red lines, atop a white uniform. Seeing himself in such a suit, one he had no intentions of using, was enough to make him feel plus defeated than he did just the night before. He kept his gaze on the mirror, before his eyes fell down in a sort of somber silence, before the door opened, with Mambo leaning against the door, stirring a glass of bourbon, the ice clinking against the glass as Mambo took a slow drink, before looking up, giving a satisfying sigh)
Mambo: Kentucky brand. Perfect. toi getting to work anytime soon, Mikey? A bet’s a bet. The sooner toi work it off, the sooner toi can get outta here
Mikey: Y-Yeah, I’m getting a déplacer on
*Mikey turned from the mirror and made his way to the casino bar, giving a tired sigh. Mambo patted his back as he gave a chuckle*
Mambo: Don’t take it so hard, Mikey. Besides, it’s not all bad, is it.
Mikey: I guess it’s better than finding myself on the streets broke
Mambo: That’s the spirit. Now get to serving those drinks, kiddo
*With one final pat on the back, Mambo turned from Mikey and made his way up stairs, taking a drink from his bourbon every chance he could. He gave a knock on the door. Cole spoke from behind the door.*
Cole: Come on in
*Mambo stepped inside, Cole sitting at his bureau as he sat down, lire the morning paper. One article described a man par the name of Dean Lover missing. Cole gave a chuckle as he sat the paper down.*
Cole: Looks like that’s one of the Baddoni’s men taken care of. Now, what do ya need, Italiano baby?
Mambo: Mr. Cole-
*Cole held his hand up*
Cole: Mambo, baby, this has to stop
Mambo: Sorry. Nate. If toi don’t mind me asking, why do toi want to take out the Baddoni Family? I know they are a rival in the casino business, but they’ve done no harm to us. And if they find out we are killing their men, there will be a war. Many of our men will die
*Cole turned around in his chair, staring out his window, before responding.*
Cole: Yeah, casinos are nice and all, especially when toi run it the proper way like I do, but I want something more. I’m worried that those damn Baddonis are gonna come up with a plan soon. They want to take over the entire business of weapons manufacturing in the city. Selling it to those commies in Russia and the Chinese, and that can make some serious cheese. I want a slice of that pie, Mambo, but with the Baddonis as hard as they are with that stuff, they aren’t gonna be willing to share. I try to make deals with them, try to keep a friendly rivalry, but those cut throat fuckers always want something more. I ain’t having it. I don’t want to kill the whole team. Just give them a little scare, make ‘em paranoid, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll kill each other off.
Mambo: M-Mr. Cole, that idea is just insane
Cole: Yeah. I’m aware. But I ain’t looking to run some peewee gang that toi find on the playground. I’m making an empire here, Mambo baby. I want to create something here. I want to make a legacy. And goddammit, that’s what I’m gonna do. I ain’t here to make some usual breakfast, I’m making a motherfucking omelette, and sometimes, a few eggs gotta crack.
Mambo: How do we go about doing this?
Cole: Well, that’s just it. The man himself, Chuck Baddoni, is going to be meeting with a little lady tonight. He always wants to explore all the varieties of pleasure that New York has to offer, and he isn’t going to turn up a chance to try out a little of this countries women. That is where toi come in, Mambo. You’re my best man when it comes to getting the job done. toi just need to bring a guy who can handle himself as well as toi can. I’m sure one of the boys around here can be of some help
Mambo: toi really want me to do this, boss? I mean, this is Chuck we’re talking about. He’s no slouch
Cole: Mambo, baby, toi know I wouldn’t ask toi to do this if toi weren’t capable of getting the job done. I know toi can do this
Mambo: …. Alright, Nate. I’ll get someone on the job and we’ll have that Baddoni bastard taken care of in no time
Cole: I look vers l'avant, vers l’avant to it, Mambo.
*Without another word ou a look back, Mambo made his way out the door, leaving Cole to his newspaper.*

*Mikey was sending drinks from one patron to another, moving as fast as he could and talking with each one as best he could. As Mambo was making his way back down the stairs, he saw Mikey talking with a woman, her eyeshadow stained from crying, but wore a smile on her face as Mikey continued to speak with her. As Mambo saw this, he walked over to him, suspecting Mikey of flirting with someone. He sat on the stool, and looked at Mikey, before looking at the woman.*
Mambo: Hey, think toi can give us some time to talk
*The woman gave a nod and thanked Mikey as she walked off. Mambo turned to Mikey with an expression of annoyance.*
Mambo: Mikey, if toi start flirting with every broad that walks in here, toi are just gonna keep adding to the time it takes for toi to get outta here
Mikey: Oh, I wasn’t flirting. She just Lost her husband of twenty years, and I was telling her that he wouldn’t want her to drink herself to death
Mambo: Mikey, that is the sorriest excuse I ever heard in my life
Mikey: Well, sorry, Mambo, but it’s the god’s honest truth
Mambo: Whatever toi say, buddy
*He waved Mikey off, before tapping the table.*
Mambo: Give me a bourbon, will ya?
Mikey: Sure
*Mikey turned to a glass of Kentucky bourbon, pouring it into a glass. As he did, the sound if a loud glass shatter could be heard. Mikey, Mambo, and the attendants turned to see two men, one holding a broken bottle in his hands, aiming it at the other man. The two men, both burley and balding, looked ready for a fight. Before they could advance towards each other, Mikey got in the middle, putting his hands on them to stop them.*
Mikey: Hang on, now. What seems to be the problem?
Big Man: Get outta the way, string bean!
Mikey: Listen, whatever it is, can toi take it outside of the bar?
Big Man: I ain’t budging!
Mikey: Sir, with all due respects, toi should get moving before-
*Before he could finish, the large man sucker punched Mikey in the face, sending him flying into the other man, who shoved Mikey to the ground.*
Big Man: toi done getting in the way, asshole?!
*Mikey stood up, using his thumb to wipe the blood from his nose, as he looked at him.*
Mikey: I’ll ask one plus time. Please, leave
*The big man only chuckled as he threw his fist again, but Mikey was able to dodge the fist this time. Once he was under him, he déplacer to the back of the man, twisting his arm behind his back, and grabbing the back of his hand. He threw the man forward, refusing to hurt him.*
Mikey: We don’t harm patrons in this bar, but I am asking toi to leave
Big Man: What, are toi some spineless coward?
Mikey: It’s just the employee policy, that’s all
*The big man chuckled as he swung at Mikey again, who backed up and dodged each swing. The man was slowly getting plus and plus angry as Mikey continued to dodge the punches, even starting to balançoire, swing the broken bottle. As Mikey continued to dodge, he slowly lead the large man to the exit. Once they reached the doors, the man swung the broken bottle at Mikey, missing par a mile and falling out the door. As he was about to trip, Mikey moved behind him again and lightly tapped his back, tripping him vers l'avant, vers l’avant without hurting him too badly. Mikey looked out at the man before nodding.*
Mikey: Do make sure to hail a cab home, sir
*With that, Mikey closed the doors and returned to the bar. The other big man stared at Mikey with eyes wide, before returning to his siège in silence. Mambo also stared at Mikey in surprise, especially with how Mikey returned to the bar so casually.*
Mambo: What was that?!
Mikey: Just me doing the job
Mambo: N-No, that was something else completely. toi never told me toi had moves like that
Mikey: … Was I supposed to?
Mambo: Not really, but still, it’s amazing
Mikey: Is it?
Mambo: Yeah.
*Without any knowledge of the both of them, Cole looked down from the window of his office at the whole display*

*Mambo and Mikey were driving down the road, Mambo taking the wheel. Mikey stared out the window, before turning to Mambo*
Mikey: So where are we going again?
Mambo: It’s just…. An extra job par Cole. A sort of… delivery
Mikey: Never knew he dealt in deliveries
Mambo: Y-Yeah
*As Mambo drove, he could only think back to what Cole had told him when they met again.*
Cole: Change of plans, Mambo, baby. That new guy, Mikey. I want toi to take him with you
Mambo: W-What?! Him?!
Cole: Yeah. He’s new to the city. He’s a good fighter. And most importantly, he’s expendable. No one’s gonna miss him if he dies, and he’s new. If Chuck Baddoni finds out who he is, he won’t be able to trace it back to us. It’s unfair, I know, but that’s business
Mambo: But he’s just a citizen. And for all we know, he just got lucky
Cole: Then toi got nothing to worry about if he does bite the dust, Mambo baby. Don’t worry. Everything will be a-okay. Just get the job done and I promise things will go over just fine.
*Mambo continued to drive down the road, avoiding any conversation with Mikey. After all, he was plus than likely going to be dead in a few minutes. He only spoke once they were nearing the motel.*
Mambo: Hey, Mikey. Get that bag in the back, will you? Don’t open it!
Mikey: Oh, sure
*With hesitation, Mikey pulled the bag to the front. Mambo slowly opened the bag, pulling out two hockey masks.*
Mambo: Here, put this on. It’s kinda like a signature of the delivery, toi know?
*Mikey looked at the masks, plus skeptical now, and couldn’t help but ask*
Mikey: Mambo, what exactly are we delivering
*Mambo came to a hard stop once they were in the motel parking lot, before he turned to Mikey.*
Mambo: I don’t know! I don’t fucking know, okay?! I’m just doing what Cole says! toi should do the same! Fuck! Just stop asking questions and do the job!
Mikey: ……. Well, okay, if toi say so
Mambo: *Without another word, he put the mask on and slammed the car door, heading up to the haut, retour au début rooms of the motel*
*Mikey looked down at the hockey mask, staring at it intently. Something about it felt wrong, something that told him that this was something he should put down right now. But as he stared at it, he could hear gunshots from atop the stairs. Mikey, without hesitation, put the mask on. And there, he felt himself lose total control. Something else was slowly taking over. And then, he couldn’t even feel himself lose control. There was no him with the mask on. He opened the car door and made his way up the stairs. As he did, footsteps could be heard behind him, and the sound of two pistolets clicking, ready to fire.*
Baddoni Member: Don’t move, motherfucker!
*Without a word, they saw as he turned around, his appearance seeming more… threatening than what Mikey had been like before. His eyes were void of expression, as the mask hid his face away. The two men aimed their pistolets at him, ready to feu at any moment*
Baddoni Member: Hey, we a dit don’t fucking mo-
Mack: *Within an instant, Mack swung his fist forward, cracking into the guys nose, and breaking it. Before the other one could react, Mack grabbed him and held him in front of him. Before the other man could react, his partner fired into him. The man screamed as he was used as a human shield, two bullets striking his chest and one hitting him in the left side of the head. Once he was dead, Mack took his gun and unloaded the clip into the other man, killing him instantly. He threw the dead member onto the floor suivant to the other and made his way inside. Once he did, he was cracked in the face with the but of a shotgun, but didn’t react. He saw the man holding the shotgun was the man Mambo was looking for: Chuck Baddoni. He wore a grey silk pajama uniform, his wrinkled skin and grey hair the most noticeable traits. For a man who slept around with women, he was very old, about eighty years. He kept the gun aimed at Mack as he shouted*
Chuck: toi fucking pricks think toi can sneak up on me! I knew that something was going down since I came to this city! But now I got what I need. The Cole Family dies tonight, starting with toi two bastards
Mack: *He looked over at Mambo, noticing a bullet wound in his left shoulder, and his gun kicked to the side. As Chuck held the gun, Mack could see Mambo crawling toward the gun. Chuck was quick to see this and cocked his shotgun, ready to feu again. That was all Mack needed. He got up fast, shrugging off the whack from the gun. Chuck turned and fired, but Mack grabbed the gun, the gun firing just par his head. Once he had the gun, he snatched it from Chuck’s hands and swung it, smashing it into Chuck’s head. Chuck fell against the wall, and Chuck followed, the gun held in his hands, but he didn’t shoot it. He didn’t want to. He was far too angry now to let him die quickly. He raised the gun and smashed it into Chucks head. And he did it again and again and again, Chuck screaming as he was struck. The screams soon turned into begging to stop, than into gurgling, than total silence, but Mack didn’t stop. He kept at it, until Chuck’s face was caved in, his lower jaw sticking out plus than the rest of his face, a horrifying shade of purple and blood red inside the crater that was once his face. Mambo could only stare in shock and horror, and once he saw the display, he could only whisper in terror.*
Mambo: M-Mikey?
Mack: *He turned to Mambo, looking at him, before he pointed to himself, holding the gun that dripped blood from the other end.* …. Mack… Mack the Knife.