Don, Of course was a powerful and influential man in the underground world. Hell, He practically OWNED half of it. Majority of his time was spent doing work, hunting people down because of debts or sending hits out on anyone who dared to threaten or question his authority. One particularly slippery debtor, Chance, Somehow managed to always evade his clutches.

There was a club downtown Don would often visit to unwind with his men. A treat for himself and the others for their hard work. Usually, There was a performer. Whether it’d be a singer or dancer.. But he always had a liking for one in particular.. She went by ‘ Lady Luck ‘. She was bold, And Don liked that. Lucky for him, She had a show that night.. And he was in quite a mood because just hours earlier, Chance had slipped through his grips once again.

He sat in the middle of his booth V.I.P. Booth.. Consigliere and Contractee to his left. Soldier and Caporegime to his right. As ‘ Lady Luck ‘ stepped on stage. Contractee’s eyes widened as he set down his whiskey shot.

“..Boss.. Is that..?” He’d trail off as the entire table looks onto the stage.. And sure enough..