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The giant doors opened right in front of me. I could already hear the party inside beggining. I handed my coat to a coat taker and entered the main hall. Baloons and music cascaded down from the floors above and hit the black and white tile. A few people were in the main hall, running here and there, sipping champaigne, talking, snorting blow, pretty much the run of the mill Crime Family celebration, and this wasnt even the main part of the party.

Suddenly a hand clasped down on my shoulder, I gazed over,

"Hey Danny, great job! We can't tell you how much we appreciate doing business with you." It was Joey.

"It's no problem Joey, I always enjoyed working for your Father and his Family. Where is he? I need to have a word." He gave me a very peculiar look.

"Okay, but first come in and join the festivities!" He put his arm around my shoulder and led me in another set of doors past the main hallway.

Music blasted in my face, the smell of champaigne and expensive suits hit me. I gazed around, all of the Family and Friends were here.

"Danny, ova' here!" Joey waved me over to a table of four or five wiseguys. I walked over and stood next to a chair. "Danny this is Paulie Fetterini, his brutta' Frankie Fetterini, and a good friend of mine Paublo Cortez." I shook hands with each. Cortez was a Columbian, and the others were Sicilians, I had a bad feeling about what was gonna happen next.

"Eis good to meet chu Danny. Joey 'as tol me so much about chu." Paublo's thick Columbian accent stuck like molasses in my ears. We all sat down.

"All right gentlemen, we all know each otha' lets talk business." said Joey.

"Joey, dese sons of b*tches at dis FBI are makin eet extremely hard for me to carry out my business. I have a very ard time bringing in a f*cking kilo because of dese FBI agents! We loose millions of dollars each damn day because dese gringo's are doing deir damn job! And when dey do deir job, I cant do mein! Comprende?!?" Joey nodded to what Paublo was saying.

"But what do ya want us ta do Paublo? I can't kill every damn agent the beruea sends our way!" Joey snapped back.

"Eis not dat Joey, eis dese agents they sent down to Columbia. Dey can't touch me in America but dey dink dey can f*ck wit me in my own damn country! Dis insults me! I want dese gringo's dead!" He threw a manilla envelope across the table to Joey. Joey opened it and observed the picures of the agents inside.

Joey turned to me. "Danny, I want you to go to Columbia with Paublo ere and take care of some of the FBI putting heat on him down there!" I was shocked.

"JOEY! I just killed the f*cking mayor of the city, I gotta lay low! I can't go down to Columbia!" I yelled over to him.

"What is it, a school night?" The others laughed, "You're going. But for now, enjoy your stay at our home." We all got up and left the table.

I walked over to a very large door, a guard stopped me and frisked me. I was let in.

I walked over to the Don and kissed his hand,

"Don Pachini." I whispered.