Casino Prince

Chapter 3: Respect

Chapter 3: Respect

Jack’s POV

I rest my knuckles against my chin while holding a cigarette as my other hand was on the cold glass of my scotch. I stare at the men seated in front of my desk with the look of annoyance and angry running across my face. The look of fear danced through their eyes as I take my time on announcing their punishment for disobeying my authority. Even though they were trying to hide their emotions, I had the ability to see through everyone, even the dirtiest of rats in this city.

I was told by my second in commend, Jerry, that these two kitchen workers were sneaking out the back door and having a smoke while on my time and payroll. Not only were they breaking the casino rules for the workers, but it turns out that they were secretly taking some of our drugs to sell on the side for the extra cash. That wasn’t going to fly with me. As one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas as well as the boss of the largest mafia on the west coast, I had to make sure that there were no loose ends in my casino or business. These two men were loose ends, and I had to deal with them accordingly.

Bringing my cigarette to my month and inhaling the smoke, I slowly blew it out in front of their faces, still not saying a word. The fear in their eyes intensified, there was no hiding it now.

“Gentlemen...I see that we have a bit of a habit of sneaking off during our shifts.” I tap my cigarette into my holder on my desk with ease. “Now, what do you have to say for this offense?” I stared at both of them and waited for the answer to come out of one of these two rats.

“Boss...we....we...only went out to smoke...to..to get a break.” The red-headed man said with lack of any confidence he had when he was walked in.

After hearing this, I smirked at both of them before taking a drink of scotch. It was too early in the night for this bullshit excuse. I lace my fingers together and placed them under my chin. Giving no expression at all. I knew they were lying and they did too. No one lies in my city.

“Well, it seems we are at a draw aren’t we? I think we can let this offense go for the time being....”

Before I can finish my sentence, the look of relief flooded their faces. Making me enjoy this part even more.

“But punishment will be made for the stealing of our product and reselling it for....oh yes...drinking money.”

The two men started to shake and scream, while my guards started to drag them to their feet and bound their hands behind their backs with handcuffs.

“No please! We have families! You can’t do this to us!! We didn’t mean any harm!! PLEASE!” Both of them shouted as they were struggling to get free from the cuffs.

I take another drink and lend back into my chair with an evil smile on my face.

“Then you should’ve thought of that before you stole from me. Get them out of my sight and dispose of them properly.”

The men were then dragged out of my office, screaming and fighting the entire way until they got into the elevators and their screams turned into muffled noise. They were going to be shot and disposed of by the end of the night. This was a typically thing to do if I was told of a rat in the building.

Drinking the rest of my scotch I looked up to see Jerry entering my office with files in hand. Jerry has been my second in commend from the beginning. He was there when we found this location to build the hotel and he was there when we were planning our next move against our competitors. Not only was he a good second, but he was also my brother. Our parents were killed in a car accident when we were kids, Jerry was only 4 at the time and me being the older brother at age 12, I had to take care of him. So I found my way through various gangs and groups and finally landed at the doorstep of one of the Mafia bosses in town. He took us under his wing and we ended up inheriting his business after he died of lung cancer. We have been running this casino and mafia ever since.

“This better be good, I just ran out of scotch for the time being” I say with a grim look on my face. Usually when Jerry is entering my office with files it wasn’t good. Normally its about the opposing mafia on the east coast, The Bloods, and how they are trying to take over more territory on the west coast. A bigger pain in my ass than having to deal with lairs and traitors.

“Word is out that Victor has been traveling to Arizona for ‘business purposes.’ He was last seen in the JFK airport yesterday evening.” Jerry drops the file on my desk, and heading to my scotch bar near the bookcase in my office. I look at the pictures taken of the asshole. He was the type of boss that used and abused his men for his own benefit, whereas I gained respected from my men, never abusing their loyalty.

“I want to know what he is doing on my side fo the f*****g country. I remember telling him that there is no business him being here.” I grab the scotch glass that Jerry brings over and down it in one gulp.

“Well, word has it that he has personal business regarding the west coast, no one knows what is going on. Not even our inside man.”

“Interesting....I want to know when he leaves this side of the country. I want minute to minute details on what he plans to do in Arizona. If I find out he is back in New York, someone better be ready to dodge a bullet from me” I stand up and button my suit jacket and stepping inside my personal elevator.

“You got it boss, you’ll be updated later tonight.”

With the doors closing, I breathe deeply and prepare myself for the best part of my night. Walking the casino floors.