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[b][center][color=96D2B7]UNITED STATES OF AMERICA[/color][/center][/b]
[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=6DC09B][I]July 10th, 1955[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=6DC09B][b]REVELATION[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][indent][indent][sub][COLOR=6DC09B]Downtown Culver City // Culver City[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=BFE4D3]After reminding the doorman of who he was, Melvin let himself inside Kingship and immediately locked eyes with Howard, chatting away with the talented workers. One of them was in the midst of demonstrating her skills on the pole while the others surrounded him. While the owner seemed to be having fun, Melvin never cared about gentlemen's clubs nor strippers and made his way to the dance floor. Howard remained distracted with examining them before he felt a familiar grip on his shoulder. He froze with fear when he realized whose hand it was and turned to greet Melvin.

[color=5FBA91]"M-Melvin?! It's nice to see you! What brings you to-"[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"I'm not in the mood for your nonsense, Howard."[/color] Melvin gently pushed one of the strippers out of the way and advanced towards him. [color=5FBA91]"Your office. [b]Now[/b]."[/color]

Howard stood up from the leather chair and dismissed himself, ensuring his workers that it was fine. But the whole thing felt awkward to watch; even Melvin felt how uncomfortable the strippers were. Both men made their way to the office on the second floor, which overlooked the club. Melvin already knew that Howard would use every excuse possible on him like he often did on his business partners. Instead of letting him use one of them, Melvin opened the office door and suckapunched Howard into the room. He made sure the door was closed before processing to give a beating that he wanted to do for months now.

Howard pleaded with him to stop while his face was all bruised up. After a minute of kicking and punching, Melvin settled down and got down to Howard's level before pitching his nose. [color=5FBA91]"Why did you fuck with us, Howard? I thought you were too busy blackmailing directors and fucking movie stars to betray us."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"I-I don't know what-"[/color] Howard screamed as his nose was broken and began bleeding profusely. Then, Melvin grabbed his arm and started squeezing it hard.

[color=5FBA91]"We know about the fifteen grand you stole for us. So, don't lie to me again, or I'll break your arm."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"Alright! Alright, don't break it, please!"[/color] Howard put his freed hand up, after crying for mercy, and pointed at a bookshelf. Melvin dragged him across the office and threw him against it. Howard felt some books hitting him but avoided the pain to pull out a safe. It took a moment before it was unlocked, which Melvin inspected almost immediately. But, there was no money inside. Instead, he found something that was big trouble: coke.

Or, it seemed to look like cocaine expect it was a dark red. Melvin lacked the experience in drugs to be sure but he knew finding it in Howard's possession meant trouble. In an instant, Melvin pulled out his pistol and pressed it against his huge forehead.

[color=5FBA91]"Tell me where you got the coke, or I will make your face unrecognizable."[/color] Melvin threatened.

Howard cried a little more before responding, [color=5FBA91]"Delbert Nixon, one of my regular patrons, told me about how profitable it was going to be on the streets. He told me that if I were to give him some cash, he would contact his friends to include me in the trafficking."[/color]

Melvin pulled the pistol back as he was trying to figure out why the name sounded familiar. Then, it clicked. [color=5FBA91]"Isn't he directing that Great War heroic for the Europeans?"[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"Yeah, that's him."[/color] Howard struggled to get up from the floor after taking a severe beating and started making his way to the desk. [color=5FBA91]"Delbert loves that white rock more than God. As for his friend, I only met him once, but he was definitely Mexican."[/color]

Melvin took a deep breath to process everything he heard coming out of Howard's mouth. He knew that shit was about to get really hot soon but understood that his boss needed to know about this revelation before more damage was done. Yet, even he knew that Howard Rowe's life was essentially over; but, his boss had the final say. So, after taking a nearby suitcase and stashing the cocaine, Melvin departed from the Kingship and met up with the driver.

[color=5FBA91]"So, did you get the money?"[/color] The driver asked.

[color=5FBA91]"No."[/color] Melvin placed the suitcase on his lap and then opened it to show the driver. [color=5FBA91]"I need to speak with the boss."[/color]

The driver immediately shut his mouth upon seeing the strange-looking cocaine, knowing what it meant. [color=5FBA91]"I will take you to him now."[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]
[hr][/indent][indent][indent][sub][COLOR=6DC09B]Downtown Las Vegas // Las Vegas[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=BFE4D3]Fremont Street was crowded with people from all over the world that could've overwhelmed a newcomer. But for the Bradshaw brothers, it was a regular Sunday night for them. In particular, the Golden Nugget was busy at nighttime with guests gathering in the gambling hall to spend their hard earn money. But, they weren't there to bet on luck. The brothers showed off the poker chips to the receptionist, who signaled a nearby guard. The guard, an older man with scars on his right hand, inspected the chips before asking them to follow him. They walked through the smoke-filled hall before ending up at the showroom, which was off-limits to guests for the night. Yet, it seemed like a performance took place earlier based on the same smoky odor from the hall.

A person was sitting on the stage, staring at them before gesturing at the nearest seats. George made his way there, which surprised his older brother because he was usually cautious about his surroundings. Russell followed his younger brother seconds later and took a seat by him. Then, the individual in the darkness started to speak femininely. [color=5FBA91]"It's nice to finally see you two. I only wish you came sooner."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"We wanted to be sure of your intentions with our business."[/color] Russell responded with his arms crossed. [color=5FBA91]"After all, our father helped made this city possible. We usually don't deal with folks who are... aspiring to be someone they aren't able to handle."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"You make it sound like I don't know a thing or two about running this city."[/color] the individual laughed and then took a slip. [color=5FBA91]"People don't just call me Mr. House as if I'm some showgirl on the Strip. I got my hands dirty as your father did."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"I don't know what you're talking about."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"Of course, you don't."[/color] Mr. House snapped his fingers, and another person tossed the brother a folder. Russell took it before his younger brother could have a look and started reading it. It contained pages of a proposal to work for Mr. House and allow him to form a fractional ownership over anything owned by the Bradshaw brothers, including their resorts and casinos. But, in return, they would receive a cut of profits for all business under his control. Regardless, Russell viewed it as an insult to his father's legacy. 

He got up from his seat and threw it at Mr. House, hitting him. [color=5FBA91]"Fuck your deal. I will never allow your dirty hands to touch what my father built. Come on, George, we're leaving."[/color]

As Russell was about to leave the showroom, Mr. House gathered the scattered papers and reorganized them. Then, he made his way towards George, revealing himself to him for the first time. [color=5FBA91]"Fortunately, you don't have the final say."[/color]

[color=5FBA91]"What-"[/color] Before Russell was able to finish his question, he felt something tight on his neck and struggled to breathe. He tried to get free, but it was already too late. George couldn't watch his older brother die and turned his sights at Mr. House, whose feminine style clothing caught him off-guard. He grabbed the folder and then decided to see Russell, still fighting to live.

Mr. House saw George realizing what was about to happen and went to place his hand on his cheek to relax him. Then, he started to speak in a calm tone. [color=5FBA91]"I'm sorry that it had to be done, but... he would've done the same to you."[/color]

Russell watched with his final breath as George nodded and turned away for his older brother. He tried to say something, but the world went dark around him.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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