The crew met some union stewards and was tasked with a handful of favors. The goal? Thwart Roman Raphael’s seizing control of the largest union in Vegas (Unity Now) in the wake of the John Gotti conviction.
The group also helped out Red Hawk from the Mongols after he called The King with a request for some extra muscle to back him up at a meet. Surely to nobody’s surprise (except maybe Red Hawk), the meet went horribly sideways…
Nicky
This whole fuckin week I feel like I’m back back to bein some fuckin shnook. Running all over the fuckin city doin favors for some fuckin assholes. I’m surprised none of them asked us to pick up their fuckin dry cleaning. Drinkin Dom with the nature boy was alright, but trying to stop Red Hawk’s stupid fuckin deal from goin south was a lost cause. And then he’s all upset when the muscle he asks for muscles up. Uh what the fuck did you think was gonna happen? Fuckin bikers. He’s gonna have to fuck off to Connecticut or something and if he won’t we gotta dig some more fuckin holes. Sooner or later I’m gonna buy a fuckin backhoe.