Valentino had caught wind of someone talking to the police about him. And he wasn't letting the cops find about about everything that went on in his clubs, in his casinos. Especially in the studio.

Valentino was in one of his casinos, in the top floor cut off from all th gambling, the slot machines and the lounge singers. He'd got one of his men to take a little present to Angel Dust's dressing room. He couldn't remember what it was, it was probably some stupidly expensive fur coat or something like that.

He was stood infront of a guy who he worked for. Just a limo driver, noone special. But he'd find out that this guy had been with the police, getting interviewed for three hours. And he wasn't going to tolerate a rat in his business. So, he pressed a gun to the fellas head, forcing him to say every detail he gave to the police.

Valentino's other guys were out of the interview rooms in twenty minutes. They knew better than to say shit, Valentino would get them taken care of if they said anything, they were made fully aware. Angel Dust was downstairs in his dressing room when he received his "sorry" gift, a gorgeous, purple, mink's fur coat. Made out of minks fur. It was gorgeous. Really.

Angel Dust loved it, it was pretty, but he was still pissed at Valentino for forcing him to squeeze in alot more extra clients than his body could handle, and then making him work the streets without protection. So, he made his way out of the dressing room and started walking up the casino staircase, to reach Valentino's floor.

And, as he creaked open the door, he saw this guy, being held down on his knees by two of Valentino's men, and then Valentino shot him. Right there. Angel Dust dropped his fur coat, his jaw agape. He scrambled to pick it back up. Valentino turned around. Now he had a witness.

Valentino turned around, putting his gun into an inside pocket of his fur coat. He smiled, as if what Angel had just witnessed was normal.

"Hey, baby.." he chuckled. "What are you doin' up here? Come here, I just want a chat."