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this is a story I wrote. I know I need to upgrade the lingo a little but other than that please feel free to comment.

One shot and it was over. It would be the last time Ralph would ever miss a payment. I lifted the cigar to my mouth and took a long drag. Ralph was usualy ok on his payments but he had missed two in a row these last few months. Usually, I would have been a lot more leanent on payments but my goons had seen Ralph working the race track. He had spent the money he owed me on horses and i couldn't let his filthy habbit go unpunished. Any way Ralph was just one of the many tennents of my houses. Sure I didn't necissarily own the land but I'm the one who made the owners of the land sell it for quite a bit cheaper.

I walked back to my limo and my servant Marty got the door for me. Marty was a good guy, well at least he was now. He had had a run in with the law and was sentenced to be put to death when I had a few of my connections look the other way. Marty had been given a new name and papers. I can't remember his actual name any more but thats not really important. I found it funny though because Marty really doesn't look like a serial killer. He's tall, skinny, fairly pale, he wears glasses and has a long mustache. Any way thats enough about marty.

This city was mine. Everyone either respected me or feared me, and to tell you the truth thats the way I like it. Hell things were great for me, I was thirty-five and I was more powerful here than the freaking mofia. Tony the mofia representive in the city was my biggest rival but he didn't dare try anything. Hell even if he did I had three of my boys watching him day and night. Don't get me wrong though I didn't let the power go to my head. Even though i did scare people out of there land, I made it cheaper for the people I rented it to. Ralph had been a rare occasion, most people new better then to miss payments cause they gambled my money away.

We got to my house and Marty opened both the car and my house door. I loved my house, it was a huge old vicotrain style house. I had grown up in the slums of this city, a one room apartment that my parents could hardly afford. Thats why I do what I do, I guess it's a way of giving people the chance my family never had. Course I don't just deal in housing, I have a wide veriety of buisnesses I run. For instance no one pulls any crime in this city without me getting a cut. I have my own personal drug ring but I don't put to much time into that one. Infact most the work done in that department is done by Barton Fox. Barton was one of my best friends growing up and he had gotten in the drug buisness early on in life. However he wouldn't be where he is today without me so he gives me a cut of his profits and I keep the feds at bay.

My dreams had been wierd lately. Now don't get me wrong I don't usually dream thats why it was wierd. I kept having the same dream every night for about the last month. It started with me sitting infront of a jurry, my hands and feet in chains, and there ponting an acusing finger at me was some young looking punk wearing a badge. I knew the face of every officer working in my city but i didn't know this guy. The strangest thing was that the jury was full of people that had gotten on my bad side and who had ended up in the obichuary section of the papers. Tonight I saw the face of Ralph staring back at me, the bullet wound to his head still oozing blood. I woke up yelling and Marty came rushing into my room.

" Master Gordon are you alright?" He said drawing the pistol he kept hidden in his arm holster.

I looked over to marty and felt my forehead. It was covered with sweat and I felt the cold chill of fear run up my spine. God bless Marty he had rushed in to save me as fast as he could and had some one been in my room they would've been talking to saint peter by now. I rubed my eyes and looked at Marty again.

" I'm fine Marty, I must have had something bad for lunch." I waved my hand to dismiss him.

" Very well sir." Marty said as he closed the door. These dreams are becoming a bother, perhaps I should have some one take a look at me. Then again if anyone found out that the mighty Hank Gordon was seeing a shrink my buisnesses might lose confidence in me. I guess I'll think more about it tomorrow morning.

Well, I woke up and did my usual routine, showered, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, put on a suit and ate. The morning paper today was exilent. Some one had found the body of Ralph and my boys down at the police station had some how managed to place the blame on Tony. He was gonna have a hard time bribing his way out of this one. Currently I'm on my way to see Bell Kerona. She's my lady and boy is she something. If i wasn't the most feared man in town I might be worried of some one stealing her but I am the most feared man in town so I don't have to worry.

The club is doing well. I saw Micheal and Hana, Gabreil and Freida, and Raphi and Reana. They're all assossiates of mine. Of course Barton wasn't there as usual. He never was much of a people person. However there she was. My lady Bell looking as good as ever.