Dennis exited the back of his 1960s four door Cadillac smoking a cigar. Three serious men also exited their respectable sides following Dennis. "That little bitch!" He shouted as he continued walking towards the entrance of Block 66. Surprisingly the conversation was about the major of Chicago. It seems the major wouldn't give up the rights of the city over to Dennis company that easy. That ticked him off. Dennis hung up opening the door and angrily walking in the hideout. His actions earning him a few worried glances. By now everyone knew an angry Dennis isn't a good one. "Won't fuck'n give up yah city but your police officers will crawl to my feet like the shit they are!" He shouted as if the Major was present and can hear him. He walked to his office and closed the door his three large escorts standing in front of it as usual. Dennis threw his suit jacket on his chair and sat in it quickly going onto his computer for business purposes. A smile was present on his face as he read an email about his recent purchase of 'legal' drugs. "At least some bribings are working." He said turning his rotating chair to face the window that sat behind his desk. "40 million dollar company and a powerful gang as a partner....I should have this city under my control by the end of the year!" Dennis exclaimed retrieving some wine from his desk and drinking straight from the bottle.