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Ring-Ring-Ring. Hello front desk, how may I help you? Good morning, this is AC. Oh, hello Mr. Cooper, what can I do for you? Could you have the valet bring my bike up please, I will be down in 15 minutes. Sure, which one shall we bring out the 1500 or the Harley? Hmmmm, I will ride the 1500 today not in a cruising mood. No problem sir, see you in a few. Sabrina, are you up yet? Sabrina! Sabrina! Shit! Sabrina! Fuck! Hey Sabrina! Fuck, wake up! Her body laid under the covers at the edge of the California King Size bed, after calling her several times he began to panic. Damn, what in the hell is going on with this chick? Fuck, I hope she’s not dead. AC moved over to the bed and stood over her, then with a push on the shoulder, he shook her a little. Still no answer, in a swift motion he pulled away the covers and heard her giggle. What the fuck! You Bitch! Sabrina started laughing so hard, she started to cry and grab her stomach. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Oh God! Ha-ha-ha. What, did you think I was dead daddy? Man you crazy; don’t do that shit again. Next time I will throw some cold water on your ass, you crazy Bitch! Sabrina! Oh

Yeah -Yeah, you were scared as hell though, wasn’t you baby? I’m done talking about it! Hurry up and get dressed, we have to go. I don’t have to work until 9 tonight and it’s like 11am. So what! I have to go and that means you are leaving too; so let's go joker. Besides you need to change and call your people, set me up with that meet later. OK give me a minute, I’ll be ready. Sabrina gets up to find her things. If you’re hungry you can grab a bagel on the way down from the lobby. Damn! They have breakfast downstairs every morning like that? Yep, every morning baby, we live well in the Towers. So are you going to call me a taxi? No, I can give you a ride, I have time. Thanks daddy, I’m ready to go when you are. Cool, let’s be out then sexy. I had fun last night at the hotel and the club, but here, it was fantastic! Yeah I did too; we must do it again soon. Like tonight? Yeah, I'll hit that ass tonight if you want me to! Don’t try that play dead shit again or I promise I will wet your ass up!

They made it downstairs; she headed to the breakfast bar as AC went outside. Good Morning Mr. Cooper, here’s your bike Sir. Thanks David, what’s the forecast for today? High’s in the 100’s and around 90’s tonight. Damn! That’s hot! I know Sir; the heat is going to be ridiculous. No, I was talking about that fine ass redbone on that green 1500 ninja over there. Who the fuck is that? Oh that’s Ashley Marciano Sir. Damn, does she live here also; I’ve never seen her around before. She just recently moved in from L.A, two days ago. Cool, I will run in to her later, right David? He looks at David and winks his eye. Sure, I will let Manny know tonight Sir, I’m positive he will handle it for you. Thanks David, could you go get that chick in the white dress from the breakfast bar, tell her I’m ready to go. Sure thing Mr. Cooper! Sabrina had glanced in AC’s direction with a bagel in her right hand and an OJ in the other. David started walking towards her, delivered the message; she simply blew AC a kiss and winked her right eye. He yelled out. Come on knucklehead, let’s go, don’t try and eat all the food up! She placed the bagels in a bag then stuffed them in her purse, Sabrina slowly walked towards him sipping on her OJ. Don’t rush beauty daddy, where’s my helmet? I’m not riding without one. Just get on, I got it right here. The smell of hot tar filled the air in the Towers parking lot; waves of heat emitted from the driveway and created a blur when you looked towards the ground. You could fry an egg or boil a pot of water on the pavement it was so hot, surprisingly no one’s tires had melted to the lot.

A loud screeching sound along with a white cloud of smoke polluted the air as AC and Sabrina spin off onto the Vegas Strip. It was 15 after the hour and the Volcano show had just begun at the Mirage, tourist and cars alike had stopped in their tracks to see the attraction, all Blvd. traffic came to a halt for the next 15-20 minutes. AC stopped his bike and looked around for a way out. Man this is some bullshit; it’s too hot to be sitting in traffic with a damn helmet on today. Daddy, let’s just pull over and cut through the casino lot. Good idea baby, we can go through the back way. My car is at the club. What club? The one I work at Daddy; Dolls off industrial. Oh that’s right, Doll’s, don’t think I have ever been there though but I do know where it is. So what time are you going in today? I’m scheduled to go in at 9pm. What time are you coming to speak with Vinny and Bobby? Maybe around 9:30! They maneuver through traffic and cut through the Treasure Island lot to get on Industrial Boulevard where there was no traffic. They rode about 5 minutes up indie, passing all cars along the way and ran 3 red lights while going 85 MPH. A pink and blue building dawn the horizon; AC pointed at the club. Isn't that it baby? Yeah, over on the left; right across from that warehouse. As they approached the club she noticed a familiar face over by her car in the parking lot. Ahh Fuck! What’s wrong Sabrina? I don’t feel like this bullshit today. What? Man, that fool ass ex of mine is sitting on my car; here we go with the drama, early in the damn morning!

What guy are you talking about? He looked over the lot. Oh, that guy with the Starz hockey jersey on? Yep, that’s him, sorry ass Pharaoh! What kind of name is Pharaoh? Dude Egyptian or some shit! Naw his fool ass thinks he’s a God or something, but he’s a punk ass bitch that likes to beat women. Oh is that right! Well don’t worry; I got your back baby. Daddy, that fool keeps his heat! I’m good baby, I can handle myself, don’t you worry, and here let me pull over so you can get in your car. AC rides over by her car and stops the bike. Hey Bitch! Her ex jumps down off the car and looks at her. Where the fuck you been all night? I was calling you, all damn night! None of your Damn business boy! I aint your girl no more! Get away from me! Who is this ninja riding nigga you with? That’s your new boyfriend bitch! Hey bruh, you can chill with all the Bitches and shit, it’s not necessary. Oh yeah and you gone do something about it! Mark ass nigga! Pharaoh in a rage had begun to walk furiously towards AC; he was 6’2”, black as tar, had long dreads down to his back and smelled like straight Chronic, he had to weigh a good 265 pounds solid.

AC stood to his feet, got off his bike and flipped up the seat. Pharaoh what are you doing, he has nothing to do with this. Don’t start any trouble! Oh yeah, this mark ass nigga is going to get dealt with today! He continued towards AC with full speed, as he approached, he grabbed Coop by the shirt in a jerk motion. Then all of a sudden a sissy like moan spoke out. Please bruh, don’t do it. I’m high and was upset; please forgive me! Fuck you nigga! You’re not so hard now with this gun to your head, hah bruh? Pharaoh falls to his knees. I tell you what Mr. Pharaoh, I will make a deal with you, see, I have 1 bullet in this 357 and if it’s meant for you, then you a dead ass nigga, if not, then I guess I'll let you walk free. So on the count of three; I’m going to pull the trigger, so say your prayers nigga! The way I see it, if you’re a good person, God will bless you, if not, well, the Devil will be glad to have your ass. One! Please, Please Man! Please! Two! Oh God Help me! Please God! Please! Three! Pow! He pulled the trigger.

The blood from his head splattered all over the concrete and on Sabrina’s car window. Oh my God Daddy! You killed him! Oh shit, let's get the fuck out of here! Let’s go! Hey, what the fuck is going on over there? A loud Italian voice shouted out! Sabrina is that you! What in the Hell is going on? Oh my God, Vinny he’s dead. Who is dead? Pharaoh is! Well that piece of shit deserves to die. What happened? He was talking shit to me, my friend AC approached him about it and all hell broke loose! Who the Fuck is AC? That’s me Sir. Well what are you going to do about this dead bastard on my property? Shit, put his ass in the dumpster, I don't care. Are you fucking kidding me! How am I supposed to explain this to the cops! I’m not taking the wrap for your mess; I tell you what we're going to do. First I have to call my brother Bobby, let him know what happened, get him down here as soon as possible. In the meantime go get cleaned up and out of those bloody clothes, give me that gun too, we need to destroy all evidence. Sabrina take your car to the car wash on Tropicana, tell them I said to give you the special, come right back here when you are done. Vinny pulled his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Andy. Here, go get that cadi, park it over here in front of the body so no one can see it from the street. I swear, it's always something at this damn place. He go gets the Cadi, parks it sideways so that it would block the view from the road. Good, now come with me!

Vinny took Coop in the club, sat him in his office, then opened the closet behind the office door and gave him one of the security uniforms, black cargo pants and shirt. OK brother, we have a serious situation here; you should understand that I'm doing you a favor and in my world this means you now owe me a favor my friend. Yeah I know Vinny and I do appreciate it. I'm sure you do, but we don't need any heat around this money maker, so time isn't on your side my friend. You will have to repay this favor. Tell me, what are you good at, how are you planning on repaying us? I’m good with organizing things, talking to people and I can handle my own. No shit! I see you can handle your own! I would love to work here at the club for you guys. Doing what? Fucking all the dancers, we don’t need your big dick ass in here getting the bitches all crazy and shit.

Vinny's brother had just walked in the room. Hey bro, what’s going on? Oh what’s up Bobby, I was just going to call you. This here is AC. How you doing man? I’m Bobby nice to meet you. Well sit down bro.; I have something to tell you. What is it now, always something with you! Oh no! Not me! Our new friend over here did you a favor today. Really, what may that be? You remember Sabrina’s crazy ass ex, Pharaoh! Yeah, that punk ass woman beater! Well Mr. Bro. man here blew his brains all over our back parking lot about an hour ago. Get the fuck out of here! You’re kidding right! Hell no, the body is still out there. What the fuck! Why didn’t you clean it up asshole! Waiting on you bro.! Vinny, sometimes I swear! How stupid can you be? Call Silvio and tell him to come clean up that piece of shit. He’s up front re stocking the bar, hurry! Go tell him to put the body in the back room, bring the butcher knives and that bag of lye from the closet. Make your new friend cut that Fucker up, then put him in the waste barrel for pick up this Wednesday, don’t forget to pour the lye on his stinking ass before you seal the barrel. Just what I need, another reason for the pigs to come sniffing around this joint! Go with him AC, we clean up our mess around here, you understand? Yes Sir!

Good, when you guys are done come sit down so we can figure out what we’re going to do about this situation. Just in case you didn’t figure it out already, you’re with us for life now buddy or you can join Pharaoh. Hell, at least you already got one stripe for killing that piece of shit, once you get rid of his ass that will be your second stripe. The third one, I'm not so sure, we don't take kindly to strangers. I'm sure we can use a person like you around here though, I just don’t know where yet. Where the fuck is Sabrina? Oh Vinny sent her to the car wash on Trop. When she gets back, tell her to come see me, I will be in the kitchen making some lunch and burn those bloody clothes when you’re done with that job. Did my brother give you something to put on already? Yes he did. Good, where’s the gun? I gave it to your brother. OK cool, get to work; see you in a few, hope you aint scared of blood, because there's going to be a lot of it. Trust me; I've seen my share during Desert Shield. Oh, so you're a military vet? Yes Sir, 555 division attached to the 82nd Airborne, Hard core! Well fuck, that's even better, we got ourselves a real life soldier over here.