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THE BOSS ALWAYS SITS IN THE BACK (Cont’d)
We only drove for about fifteen or twenty minutes before we were surrounded
by sand and brush. The car pulled off the paved road and continued on the sand
for about a half mile before stopping. The odd part was that the low skyline of
The Strip wasn’t that far away.
Mr. Smith got out and opened the passenger side rear door. The driver stayed
in the car as Mr. Smith, his guys, the quiet passenger and I stood in the morning
sun.
Mr. Smith looked directly at me and asked, “Any idea why I brought the two of
you here?”
I looked at the other guy. He started to weep.
I looked at Mr. Smith and replied, “Nope. No idea.”
Mr. Smith pointed to the guy and said, “See this piece of shit? He tried
scamming one of the casinos, too.”
With that, one of Smith’s men pulled out a pistol and shot the guy in the head. I
jumped at the sound, then froze at the sight of the guy falling to the
ground…motionless, with blood spurting from the hole in his skull. It all
happened within a second.
Mr. Smith, now flanked by the steroid twins, came close to me and pushed his
finger deeper into my chest with each word as he told me to “...get your fucking
ass out of Vegas and go back to Jersey on the next fuckin’ plane! ‘Cause if you’re
not outta your room and outta Vegas by noon, your body’ll be in a fuckin’ hole in
this desert by tonight, and they’ll never find you! And tell Casiano to keep Tommy
Dolan, that Irish cocksucker, outta this town! How long did he think we were
gonna let ya’s take our money? Now walk your guinea-ass back to the hotel, pack
your shit and disappear!”
Then he signaled his men. One grabbed me from behind. The other punched
me in the stomach. I collapsed against the limo and slid to the ground as Mr.
Smith turned and slid into the back seat. His boys stared at me as if they were
taking a mental picture…and then one at a time they followed their boss.
The limo pulled away leaving me in a cloud of dust…and next to a dead guy.
--Now...Vegas is a place to bring your family.
In front of my hotel there was a man-made volcano with scheduled eruptions.
Bugsy Siegel never would have believed this.

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