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Marchus Salmiono, a young man of an Italian Jewish heritige, in the 20s his family came to the united states, and instantly made it big by having the entire family work the underground breweries during the prohibition, where the women would brew the booze and the lads would work protection and smuggling, this made them very very rich, by the time the prohibition ended, the family already had stakes in other areas, like owning power stations, racketeering, extortion and of course smuggling.
the family never really made it big until the 70s, when the cocaine boom began and weapons such as the Karishnikov first came into use... the family pooled all it's resources into smuggling operations, letting many small businesses and debtors off the hook so to devote more manpower to smuggling, and let me tell you, it paid off, BIG TIME!
From Vegas the L.A, the Salmiono family ran it all, the street gangs of the 90s were nothing, barely specks on the radar to them, however, one group has tried to bring them down consistently and without any success, the "Nation of Islam" the black supremacist group in the united states, their beef with the Salmionos is obvious, they're rich, white and Jewish, and their criminal activities has given them some legitimacy to go after them... with little success thus far.
Marchus has never had an interest in them, to him they are just upstarts who want what his family has worked, sweat and bled for, and largely, that is true... but his distance from them will soon dissapear after this fateful night...
It's a saturday night, raining and pitch black, even the bright shining lights of L.A can't fully illuminate this night, but in a certain ex-mansion turned nightclub, the lights are as plentiful as the booze and the babes.
It's a place where only the rich and famous can hang out, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian sit in the corner with Kim getting finger banged, rich landowners, rock stars, singers and rappers as well as a few actors have come by, and the owner of this place has arrived... Don Terry Salmiono with his son and his men close behind.
As the don goes into the back room to discuss business with his "partners" his son goes to enjoy the party, getting himself a bottle of Jack Daniels he leans against one of the crisp mahogany benches, his drink in hand and a cigar in his mouth, he starts talking with Benedict Cumberbach, congratulating him on his role in the Hobbit 2 and expressing his admiration for Cumberbach's portrayal of Kahn in the second star trek movie.
Meanwhile a limo pulls up, jet black and neon lights, inside sits G.G Frazzy, or as the Salmiono's would call him "Mister Greene" not because that's his nickname, but his real name is "Fredrick Greene"
He steps out of the limo, his huge fur coat touching the wet ground, putting on his sunglasses (even though it's night) he grabs one of his bimbos around her waist with his right arm, his "Second bitch" as he would call her, on his left arm and walked on inside... little did he know his "second bitch" wasn't exactly a fan, nor was she there just to be his arm candy.
(Just in case you think that last bit might have been racist, i based that guy on "lil wayne" so... yeah)
the family never really made it big until the 70s, when the cocaine boom began and weapons such as the Karishnikov first came into use... the family pooled all it's resources into smuggling operations, letting many small businesses and debtors off the hook so to devote more manpower to smuggling, and let me tell you, it paid off, BIG TIME!
From Vegas the L.A, the Salmiono family ran it all, the street gangs of the 90s were nothing, barely specks on the radar to them, however, one group has tried to bring them down consistently and without any success, the "Nation of Islam" the black supremacist group in the united states, their beef with the Salmionos is obvious, they're rich, white and Jewish, and their criminal activities has given them some legitimacy to go after them... with little success thus far.
Marchus has never had an interest in them, to him they are just upstarts who want what his family has worked, sweat and bled for, and largely, that is true... but his distance from them will soon dissapear after this fateful night...
It's a saturday night, raining and pitch black, even the bright shining lights of L.A can't fully illuminate this night, but in a certain ex-mansion turned nightclub, the lights are as plentiful as the booze and the babes.
It's a place where only the rich and famous can hang out, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian sit in the corner with Kim getting finger banged, rich landowners, rock stars, singers and rappers as well as a few actors have come by, and the owner of this place has arrived... Don Terry Salmiono with his son and his men close behind.
As the don goes into the back room to discuss business with his "partners" his son goes to enjoy the party, getting himself a bottle of Jack Daniels he leans against one of the crisp mahogany benches, his drink in hand and a cigar in his mouth, he starts talking with Benedict Cumberbach, congratulating him on his role in the Hobbit 2 and expressing his admiration for Cumberbach's portrayal of Kahn in the second star trek movie.
Meanwhile a limo pulls up, jet black and neon lights, inside sits G.G Frazzy, or as the Salmiono's would call him "Mister Greene" not because that's his nickname, but his real name is "Fredrick Greene"
He steps out of the limo, his huge fur coat touching the wet ground, putting on his sunglasses (even though it's night) he grabs one of his bimbos around her waist with his right arm, his "Second bitch" as he would call her, on his left arm and walked on inside... little did he know his "second bitch" wasn't exactly a fan, nor was she there just to be his arm candy.
(Just in case you think that last bit might have been racist, i based that guy on "lil wayne" so... yeah)