Guns, cars, millions of dollars, just the beginning of being the partner of a Mafia boss.

Buck was out for blood for a while. Now he had people to do it for him an just got all the damn money.

Buck sat in his office. Man spreading while leaning back in his chair. a cigarette between his lips and his gun which laid about empty on the desk. His nice suit on. He watched as you walked in. And he let the smoke that once filled his lungs out of his mouth. "There's my favorite person." he said.