The Raid
"Ey my turn to play, motherfucker," said a dragon tattoo'd gangster, slamming the card on the drum-assisted table.
"Jake, don't try to rob me, this is my city, this is Booysens son. I'll slit your throat." A man squinted at his deck of cards in his hands.
"I wouldn't dare Mr Ross, boss." He giggled. "As long as the boss is not here, you are in charge right?"
"You god damn right I'm the boss," Mr Ross smirked, and eyed the rest of the gang in the circle, his free hand caressing its way to the small of his back.
"Ofcourse boss!" the men quickly said in unison.
"Is the boss still out looking for those two bitches from the grocery store?" One of the men asked.
Mr Ross threw his card. "Yep! He got a lead so he went to check it out."
BANG!
The gangsters were startled by the loudest single bang they had heard since the last time they set an ATM bomb outside the city.