Monaco's Underworld: The Kingpin's Emerald Mansion

Monaco-Italy
The warm sea air fluttered across the tourist woven beach as the blistering red sun set into the ocean. The evening light cast large shadows on the towering mansions that surrounded the coast. The largest mansion belongs to the kingpin of drugs throughout the world Sal Desoto. The lavish mansion sits like an emerald in the sky expensive cars sit outside as the sixteen foot high metal gates protect the it like the gates of Heaven. Heavily armed men patrol the outside, their presence alone tells intruders to stay away.
Sal Desoto is a gray haired bulky man who has seen his fare share of skirmishes. Rising from a poor family to become the most wanted drug lord in the world was no easy task but Sal took on the challenge in

a violent non forgiving many that allowed him to rise to the top and now at 62 he presides over everything and anything. Desoto’s marbled filled mansion is filling with laughter as he parties on his lavish terrace with two beautiful girls. Wine bottles lay on the floor along with anything
the girls had previously been wearing.
A sharped dressed butler strolls on to the terrace and reluctantly interrupts the party. The butler proclaims,“Mr. Desoto, I’m sorry to bother you but Mr. Julian is here to see you. He says it is very important.” Desoto raises an eyebrow
motions to the butler with a nod that he understands,“okay, all right ladies we’ll continue this party later.” The girls bounce out of the hot tub giving Desoto a kiss as they leave. Desoto heaves himself out grabbing his robe and tightening the string. The butler continues,“Mr. Julian is waiting in your office sir.”
Desoto and the butler descend into the house. The marble floors and art work make the place look like an add for only the finest things in life. The two approach a very large wooden door and the butler opens the door and Desoto makes his way into his office. The butler closes the door and continues on with his day. The lavishly furnished office contains a very large mahogany desk, the desk sits by a window overlooking the bay. A big couch and silk lined chairs fill out the room. A young man dressed in a suit pours a glass of scotch as he sees Desoto walk in he starts to pour another one.
Vin Julian is the man he is Desoto’s right hand guy.
Vin starts out,“Mr. Desoto I’m sorry to bother you but we have a problem.” Desoto takes his drink and sits down taking a long slow sip of the well aged scotch Desoto says,“Talk to me Vin.” Vin straightens his tie and begins,“It seems we have a problem. The boys over the pond want to completely cut off their ties with us. They say we aren’t involved anymore and that we are just taking our cut without doing any of the leg work. Desoto’s face becomes flush with anger, he stands up violently and throws his drink to the ground. The glass shatters sending scotch covered ice cubes and glass careening all around. Vin nervously sets his drink down. Desoto clenching his fist exclaims,“Aren’t doing our leg work, who the fuck started the drug business in New York, who the fuck made all the connections, I’m the fucking kingpin of crime there. If it weren’t for me they’d be still petty fucking thieves. Just because I left the country they get big fucking heads.”
Vin slowly sets his drink down,“They said their through with us and we shouldn’t show up to the annual meeting, cause if we do we’re dead.” Desoto is now beaming wit hanger as he kicks over a chair and heads to look out the window.

Desoto declares,“ We’re dead, fuck them their dead.” Vin now feeling uncomfortable about his own future stands up and approaches Desoto, Vin finding his words,“What the hell we going to do? They’ll kill us as soon as we get off the plane. They’ll be watching like hawks.” Desoto gets a smile on his face and heads over to his phone. He picks it up and grins,“I’m going to send in my angel.” Vin starts to laugh,“ I didn’t know God was working for the mob, he got some angel of death?” Desoto starts to dial and says,“ They’re going to wish he did cause my angel doesn’t

forgive.”

New York City
The lights are lighting up the midnight sky as 747 airplane starts to make its decent into the airport. The first class section of the plane is starting to buzz with passengers longing to feel land again after a long flight. A welcoming voice comes over the loud speaker as stewardesses start preparing for the landing,“We are now landing in New York, thank you for flying with us tonight I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Dominique Sloan sits waiting to get off. She is young, beautiful and very intelligent with model looks and an athletic build to go along, she is wearing a black summer dress and an overcoat. She sits in the seat by the isle, looking ready to get off a focused look is on her face. A sleazy business man sitting
by her leans over and says,“So you her for business or pleasure? Cause if it’s pleasure I’m your man.” Dominique turns and looks at the man. She slowly pulls her sunglasses down and looks him up and down. Business man,“ So what do you think?” Dominique smiles and replies,“If you weren’t so pathetic I’d feel bad about this.” She takes the half filled drink still sitting in front of the man and dumps it on his lap. The business man pushes back in his chair,“ You dumb bitch!”
He grabs her arm and her coat flies open revealing a 9mm pistol. Businessman,“You some kind of cop?” Dominique stares him down,“No, cops care.” She snaps her wrist and a mini gun slides into her hand. She sticks the gun in his crotch.
Businessman,“You’re fucking crazy!” He gets a panicked look on his face as Dominique leans over and whispers in his ear,“What’s the matter don’t I make you hot?” She pulls the trigger and the gun is a lighter. The flame comes out and his pants light on fire. The plane is now stopped and the passengers are getting their belongings. Dominique grabs her bag from the overhead and leaves down the aisle. The business man continues to tap at the fire to put it out, as passengers start leaving the plane stare at him.
A black limousine is parked outside. A chauffeur waits holding a sign that reads D. Sloan. He stands leaning against he car when he sees Dominique walking out. The chauffeur quickly comes to attention. Chauffeur,“ Miss Sloan, how are you doing this evening?” Dominique stops and surveys the area
and replies,“Just fine, do you know where I’ll be going?” The chauffeur starts to open the door and begins,“ Mr. Desoto has instructed me to take you to the Plaza Towers.” Dominique gets in and the Chauffeur closes the door. He heads to the drivers side and gets in The limo pulls out into the gridlock.
Dominique is getting comfortable in the back. She pours herself a drink and starts to open her bag. The bag contains numerous throwing knives and guns. Everything one would need to start a personal war. She raises he dress and removes a gun she had strapped to her leg and puts it into the bag. She stares out the window as other cars go by the bright lights of the city lay off in the distance almost like a signal for what is to come.
Just as Dominique begins to doze off a ringing can be heard from her bag. She reaches in and pulls out her cell phone.
Dominique,“ Talk to me.” It’s Mr. Desoto on the other end.
Desoto,“Dominique, I take it you made it all right.” She stares out the window while she talks,“The plane ride was a little hot.”
She says as she flicks the gun lighter in her hand. Desoto continues,“Your base will be the Plaza, the meeting of the families is at the museum. “How quaint.” she replies. Desoto
continues,“ The meeting will take place on Saturday evening. The guards there are on the take. The only people that will be there are the Diablo family and the Valones. Vinni Valone is the man I want killed. We have to take back what was ours.
He seems to think he’s the one running the show, we take him out the rest will fall.” Dominique sits listening as she spins on the silencer for her 9mm pistol and points it at the driver’s seat. “What if I get a little trigger happy?” She inquirers. Desoto replies,“Trigger-happy is not a bad thing. You just kill that son of a bitch Valone and anything else that gets in your way just consider it target practice.” Dominique puts the gun into her bag,“That’s music to my ears.” She turns off the phone and puts on some headphones as the limo continues on its journey.

Plaza Hotel
The hotel is busy. People are outside, people are going in, cars are being parked. From above it looks like a bee hive with all the activity that is going on. The limo carrying Dominique pulls up to the front and the driver gets out, he opens the door and Dominique makes her way out. The diver says as he holds the door,“Enjoy your stay Miss Sloan.” Dominique looks at him for a minute, as if he knows too much.
The driver continues in a flirtatious many,“ I hope to see you again.” Dominique kisses two of her fingers and presses them against his lips. The driver stumbles back against the limo. Dominique,“ It wouldn’t be healthy for you to see me gain. I’m a real killer in bed.” It’s almost a warning to him as she senses something could be up. She turns and picks up her bag and walks away. The driver kind of smiles as she leaves. He waits till Dominique is inside the hotel then the driver pulls out his phone and starts to dial.

Valone Townhouse Manhattan
An enormous living room by Manhattan standards, with a view that overlooks the park. Exotic art hangs on the walls and the expensive furniture shows the money of the owner. Vinni Valone has been spending his take of the money on the finer things in life and it shows. The well built fifty year old has worked his way up the same way as Desoto but now he wants it all. The jacket of his fine pin striped suit hand in his plush office where Valone is doing some paper work. His phone starts to ring and he picks it up. Valone,“This is Valone, what
you got?” It’s the limo driver on the other end.

Driver,“Mr. Valone this is Chris. I picked up Dominique Sloan, that is who Mr. Desoto told me to pick up. He has no idea I’m calling you, he still thinks I’m working for him sir.” Valone turns in his chair trying to recall the name of Dominique Sloan he pauses and then responds,“Sloan, where is she staying?” The driver continues,“She’s at the Plaza and she is alone.” Valone leans back in his chair and starts to formulate a plan. Valone,“All right come back here. I’m going to have you pick up some of the boys then you guys can pay her a visit.” Valone hangs up the phone and says to himself,“Damn

it.”
Valone gets up from his desk and heads for the door. He exist the room an heads down the painting filled hall way.
He is on his way to the main room in the house. There are about ten people in the room all dressed in suits. They vary in age and some are smoking cigars. Whiskey bottles and scotch bottles are on the main desk in the well furnished room. The sweet smoke of the cigars curls up and fills the room as the clanging of glasses can be heard. The guys are sitting around talking. John Diablo, the leader of the other mob is there. He stands out from the rest by his towering presents and massive frame. His mop of hair makes him look younger than he is.
Valone finally makers his way to the room and walks in. Some of the chattering stops and Valone goes to the desk and takes a seat. He pours himself a drink and starts,“Listen up, I just got a call from Desoto’s driver. It seems the fat bastard didn’t have the balls to show up himself, some girl named Dominique Sloan got in the car.” Valone takes a long drink and stares around the room to see if anybody has an idea.
Diablo rubs his chin trying to come up with something he says,“Sloan, why does that sound familiar?” Valone knew the who time who Dominique was he just wanted to see if anyone else could recall. Valone,“I’ll tell you why; Dominique Sloan is the daughter of Richard Sloan. Desoto’s old right hand man before I killed him to take over.” Diablo is now remembering, he takes a long draw from his Cuban cigar and says,“That was seventeen years ago, Desoto never knew. He thought it was a deal that went bad.” Valone nods his head and stands up,“That’s when Desoto left the country, it was a promise to Richard that if anything happened he would raise Dominique since her mother was dead. Desoto thought it would be best if she wasn’t around all the violence. But that move cost him his empire because we aren’t going to do the legwork anymore.”
Diablo taking a puff from his cigar,“So why did she come back? Her mother passed away when she was little, he has nothing here.” Valone slowly walks over cutting a tip of a cigar he stand in front of Diablo and leans down,“Who gives a fuck, cause she’s going back in a bag. You guys get ready you’re going to the Plaza.” The men start to get ready as Valone and Diablo plot out the plan and start to give the orders.

Plaza Hotel
A lot of people are walking around. The bellhops are carrying luggage and Dominique is at the front desk. She has just finished checking in. The desk clerk says,“Here you go Miss Sloan, take the elevator to the twentieth floor. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She hand the key card to Dominique and smiles. Dominique takes the card and replies,“Thank you I’m sure I’ll have an explosive time.” The clerk smiles and Dominique walks toward the elevator. She reaches the elevator and presses the up button. Dominique gets bumped into the door, she quickly turns to see who hit her. It’s a young couple that has just gotten married and they are on their honeymoon. The couple are kissing and obviously can’t wait to get to their room. The young bride laughing and hugging her husband,“We’re sorry.” Dominique,“That’s all right. Looks