-Gregorio. They've got nothing to make up for them drugs. Bastards spent the family money for it. They're better off dead.- Came the text as he drove to a where the next client was. He had some thugs get him for him as he pulled over to the side of a sidewalk to text back. -Get rid of them. You know what to do.- He huffed, it was looking like his family's men were starting to slip up and at that rate, that other family on the other side of the city would soon claim their territory. What a bother. About a half hour later, he got to the spot where his boys were as he approached an abandoned warehouse, a man in his 30's looked shaken up as Gregorio approached him, now wetting himself as Gregorio came him a grin, "Well then Fagan, where's the money?" he asked as his boys held the man's shoulder quite hard, the man of course started to blubber as Greg paced like a caged animal and gave him a frown, "Women. Cars. Gambling." he said as he knew what the man spent the money on, making their client wet his pants. "I gave you money, now I want it back." he said as he toyed with his glock. It was clear the man didn't have anything to pay the mobster back, as he was now sputtering nonsense as he pointed the glock at the man and pulled the trigger, point blank to the face. "Boys you know what to do." he said as he left them to dispose of the body, knowing they'd probably incinerate the body or hide the body and burying it over cement mix. "I'll report to the boss." he told them, and he'd pay his boys for this bother. Report to Father, get chewed on by everyone, and get it over with and go home. He sighed, why couldn't Friday come soon?