Mafia Revenge and Betrayal: A Diamond Heist Gone Wrong in the Dark Underworld
The white Fairlane pulled up at the gate of a warehouse block on the outskirts of the industrial district. An armed thug unlocked the gate and opened it to let the car though. The car moved up to the large, plain warehouse where another man opened the roller door so it could move inside.
The Fairlane came to a stop and a tall, dark haired man wearing a black suit got out. An older, stockier man was there to meet him, flanked by two more thugs.
He was the Mafia crime boss Salvatori Dolmio, who owned the warehouse, and used it as a base of operations for many of his criminal enterprises.
"What the fuck happened out there Baroudi? We didn't do all that planning for a fuckin' blood bath."
"I'll tell you what fuckin' happened!" came the agitated voice of another man walking toward them, he was also wearing a black suit and had a goatee "...Mr Cool here flips out and starts blowing peoples heads off!, next thing the cops show up and everything turns to shit!"
Baroudi casually lit up a cigarette. "I told the manager not to trigger the alarm. He triggered the alarm, I shot him in the head."
"Bullshit, I didn't hear no fuckin' alarm" said the other man.
"It was a silent alarm Dipshit, I saw him trigger it."
"Then what happened?" asked Salvatore, "...Tell me you got the fuckin' diamonds."
"I got the fuckin' diamonds." said Baroudi, he tossed a black velvet bag to Salvatori "...Then all of a sudden the cops were there, and we had to shoot our way out, Liam got tagged."
"Shit, tell me he's dead, I don't want him singin' for the cops."
"Took a couple to the chest, lots of blood, pretty sure he's dead."
"And you two made damn sure you didn't bring any heat back here didn't you."
"What do we look like amateurs?" said the goateed man "...Its cool boss."
Salvatori opened the bag in inspected the diamonds,
"Well then, our little operation didn't go exactly as planned, but it looks like it turned out Okay in THE END
The Fairlane came to a stop and a tall, dark haired man wearing a black suit got out. An older, stockier man was there to meet him, flanked by two more thugs.
He was the Mafia crime boss Salvatori Dolmio, who owned the warehouse, and used it as a base of operations for many of his criminal enterprises.
"What the fuck happened out there Baroudi? We didn't do all that planning for a fuckin' blood bath."
"I'll tell you what fuckin' happened!" came the agitated voice of another man walking toward them, he was also wearing a black suit and had a goatee "...Mr Cool here flips out and starts blowing peoples heads off!, next thing the cops show up and everything turns to shit!"
Baroudi casually lit up a cigarette. "I told the manager not to trigger the alarm. He triggered the alarm, I shot him in the head."
"Bullshit, I didn't hear no fuckin' alarm" said the other man.
"It was a silent alarm Dipshit, I saw him trigger it."
"Then what happened?" asked Salvatore, "...Tell me you got the fuckin' diamonds."
"I got the fuckin' diamonds." said Baroudi, he tossed a black velvet bag to Salvatori "...Then all of a sudden the cops were there, and we had to shoot our way out, Liam got tagged."
"Shit, tell me he's dead, I don't want him singin' for the cops."
"Took a couple to the chest, lots of blood, pretty sure he's dead."
"And you two made damn sure you didn't bring any heat back here didn't you."
"What do we look like amateurs?" said the goateed man "...Its cool boss."
Salvatori opened the bag in inspected the diamonds,
"Well then, our little operation didn't go exactly as planned, but it looks like it turned out Okay in THE END
