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Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

As soon as he entered the backroom, he would see the don himself. He was a tall white man in his late 60's and wore a grey suit. "You've got a lot of nerve to take out another club like the way you did." He turns slowly to face him looking calm and collective, both men just looked at each other. "Why would you do that?"

"They took family. You know that's against the rules, Don Martin. He took one of my workers and held her hostage." Alex said simply.

"Oh but she's no ordinary worker is she? You've gone soft. You're killing for the safety of your dame." He says slowly, walking up to Alex.

"She's family."

"She's a liability!" He grunts, then sighs. "Look Alex. I trusted you with this here bar because I knew that other men couldn't do it. But this is how other bars have fallen. Police or other goons get to their family then uses them as leverage. If you're gonna be with this girl. She needs to stay at your hip at all times. Simply put, the Russians won't take kindly to you removing one of their heads."
 
She finished her set and went to the bar for a drink. A few of the patrons offered to buy her a few and she politely declined, content to look around for her sheik. She joked around with a couple of the patrons as she waited for him to appear.
 
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"So what do you suggest?" Alex says, his hands tucked into his pocket.

"What else can I suggest? Get ready for a fight. I'll cover for you and say that they did break the rules. Just don't do it again unless you want a war on your hands." He says with a nod.

Alex nods and goes to shake his hand which was clenched in a fist, "Thank you, Don Martin." He says but realized he gave him something. It was a small wad of money. Alex looked back up at the Martin.

Martin smiled, "For the club or your dame." He says as he walks past him along with his crew.

As Lynn was talking she would see three men enter the bar with large trench coats, each looking brooding.
 
Lynn stood up. "Alright, boys, I'd better blouse," she giggled, walking back to her dressing area and hoping that her route in front of the men didn't lead to any trouble. They looked like bad news and she knew Alex would want her safe in her dressing room asap.
 
As she walked the men eyes her down harshly, but let her walk on past. When she entered her room things started to heat up. The men shouting something along the lines of "Sidorov send his regards!" To which she heard someone yell, "GUN!" Gunfire follwed and rang throughout the entire cave.
 
She heard the gunfire and, despite her better judgement, jumped out of the room and into action. She saw Duncan still standing and tackled him, getting hit in her shoulder. She gasped out in pain and looked around. "You fuckers!" She yelled.
 
As fast as it had begun it had ended. The three men now laying in a pool of their own blood, lifeless. A few staff we're injured but no civilians. "Clear!" The bartender shouts holding, ironically, a BAR. She would notice most of the staff had weapons while others were already cleaning up the mess. "Ms. O'Brien! She's hurt! Get the doc!" Another shouts.
 
She stumbled up,clutching at the wound. It was right between her collarbone and breast on her left. It was bleeding quite a bit, actually. A few more inches right and it would have hurt her much worse.
 
Both the Don and Alex rush to the front, Alex immediatly tried to cover up her wound. The Don looked down at Alex and sighed, "This is war son..." he sighs softly before walking away.

The doc quickly came over and led her to the back. While Alex reassured the crowd that they may return to their night in peace. Once done he set up the other band to play again and rushed to the back.
 
"You saved him, Lynn..." he says softly, "You did a great thing, hun..." he wipes away her tears and kisses her, "Shhhh...its okay."
 
"I'm so sorry..." she breathed out. "I know you told me to go to my dressing room if I thought there was trouble and I did, but I heard gunshots and the next thing I know... I was out there."
 
He nods, "I know. Its okay...you don't have to be sorry." He kisses her head, "You have a lot of heart to go out there and save him. He owes you, we'll make him olay for us on date nights." He jokes, trying to get her to smile.
 
He nods and waves the doc over, "Get to work doc." Several other crew members stood beside the bed.

"Please lay on your stomach. The bullet didn't go through so this is gonna hurt." He says as he hands her a rag to bite on.

Alex holds her hand, "I'll be right here..."
 
She stared down at the floor. "I've had worse..." she said, squeezing his hand a little as he took the bullet out. She didn't even use the rag; doing a hell of a lot better than even some of the tough guys there did. "Fuck... Never gets any easier, though...." she breathed out.
 
Almost immediately he began stitching carefully, "You made Alex look like a pansy!" the doc joked along with the other two men there.

Alex looked up at them, "Oh hell no you didnt just laugh. You scream louder than everyone here."

"Not true!"

The doc, Alex and other crew member just looked at him, "Fuck you guys, you guys are assholes."
 
"Almost marrying a man that loves the hurt you makes a lot of pain seem like none at all," she said. "That shit hurt like hell. I'm definitely going to feel it tomorrow."
 
He nodded, "I'll be at your bidding all of tomorrow, darling." He nods as he leads her out the back entrance.
 

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