Las Vegas, Nevada....
The stench of cigarette smoke and sweat was high on the wind as Duko sat quietly on his motorcycle waiting for the perfect moment to strike The High Roller when he least expected it. He once more left Rae asleep in their penthouse suite and headed for the last place anyone had seen the shifty bastard that had been blatantly robbing Dan Costa's casino, following his recent hit up of The Silverwire, it was said he'd trailed his way to a few other hot spots along the strip and made quite a bit of cash along the way. Duko was poised as he awaited the arrival of the target only he knew all too well that with connection said target had to The Caballero crime family it would be rather difficult to just pick him out of a line up.
Duko was nothing if not patient.
Something he learned about when he'd enlisted to fight in the war in Iraq. He had taken quite a few enemies out with his patience and managed to save whole units that were enroute to being in the middle of a bloody ambush. He picked his targets sometimes sniping them from afar, sometimes disposing of them up close and personal.
He'd been no stranger to bloodshed despite what Rae knew about him. His fair share of fights sometimes ended in the challenger never waking up the next day. His young wife had not been privy to the man he had been before meeting her nor to the strangeness that surrounded him due to his apparent affliction. He had hoped to be able to keep it that way as he had no idea how she would react to knowing just how strange their association had been for either one of them.
While it was true that Duko married Rae due to the fact that there was something that compelled him to bed her and her age as well as her situation made it near on impossible had he tried to avoid it and her altogether.
Once more Duko's keen eyes had scanned the crowd at the casino across the street. He'd gotten the idea to try and obtain this new target with a bit more subterfuge than the first as a member of The Caballero Organization or an associate of theirs was less likely to be spotted without an armed escort, not that he'd had any reason to care about it due to being able to rip a gun like a knife through butter via his bare hands.
He had planned to get this over with as quickly as possible so that he could get paid and spend as much time in post wedding bliss with the still slumbering Rae as possible. It wasn't every day that a man got married despite it being a regular thing for those whom were local inhabitants of Las Vegas.
Duko wasn't privy to why he had been so hell bent on starting a life with Rae but it seemed to make the most sense at the time. A instinctual notion almost as intense as his attraction to the younger woman that would have driven him to lengths unheard of in his past just to obtain her affections.
Currently, Duko's new plan for flushing out The High Roller consisted of entering the casino and out doing him on the table, but he wasn't in the mood for gambling of any sort. He hadn't been much good at it anyhow and much preferred a straight up confrontation to subterfuge aside from being able to spot his target. When that didn't work he could always rely on his odd sense of smell.
A necessary tool when in the middle of combat and nothing, but sand and smoke blanketed the sky as far as the eye could see. This tracking business had been no different and it paid the bills as far as his youth had gone when enlisting wasn't an option and he needed a roof over his head and food in his belly in order to stave off the effects of worsening his condition as he battled his strange affliction in secret.
The onset of the mysterious form of illness had been a shock to him, happening just as his father had tossed him out into the big wide world. He managed to keep it in check eating and sating his newfound lust via strange older women, but even that got to be a chore when the other aspects of his affliction demanded blood. He took up pit fighting as a result and more often than not, won his fair share of travel funds.
The High Roller came into view moments into Duko's venture down memory lane causing him to become highly alert and posed to obtain his goal. The smug prick was carrying a large black duffle bag, possibly the source of his substantial income and winnings. Duko slowly climbed off the back of his bike and ventured across the street toward the casino the slimeball entered knowing full well that he intended to earn more money in this less threatening place before venturing back toward The Silverwire.
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The Cash Hut Casino Bar & Grill, Las Vegas, Nevada....
Duko had been about as cool as one could expect as he entered the lesser casino. The absurd clicking of machines and the clanking of games annoyed him to no end, but he had a job to do and it required him to be able to navigate what was necessary between what he felt and what he had to accomplish. The High Roller seemed the cocky type and as such he'd been bragging about his winnings and flashing cash all over town up until he arrived and as a result there were crowds of vultures willing to endure the brashness if only to get their hands on some of the winnings from the fool whom had assumed he'd been untouchable among them. While some had not been bold enough to steal from him directly, others were more cunning in their attempts to alleviate the brash fool of his ill-gotten gains.
Dan Costa had mentioned a few key things about the target like his portly figure and balding hairline but more importantly, he'd been a self proclaimed ladies man. There wasn't a moment that he didn't have a crowd of women in his orbit and wouldn't play until he did. This would prove to be an interesting means of exploitation as Duko would only need to present himself as a rival in their line of sight to ruin the so-called The High Roller's night.
Duko surveyed the lobby taking note of the armed black suit clad body guards that were ready to take aim at anyone that approached The High Roller at a moment's notice that seemed as if they had nefarious purposes.
Knowing exactly how to handle the overzealous cheat, Duko simply approached one of the women that his target managed to corral that night and asked her for her name and number. She immediately turned her attention to him as his looks were far more appealing than the looks of the target and he had a good deal of cash on hand as well.
Duko took his time making eye contact with the target as he managed to get many of the women to flock to him at the gaming table. The High Roller seemed agitated the moment he saw Duko and the girls all leaning toward him. He flashed larger sums of cash, but they seemed more interested in the looks of a superior stranger than the money that had drawn them to the less than appealing man in the first place.
The target seemed bothered the entire night as he attempted to roll and found himself losing more of his earnings than he had gained ever since his focus had been shifted to the various women flocking to Duko whom had been buying various drinks and enjoying the atmosphere with the many beautiful women as the target grew more and more agitated.
Eventually, the bastard lost his temper to the point of wanting to commit outright murder as he'd lost nearly one million on the tables where he would have easily won three in a single sitting. Having had enough of losing for one night, he ordered his men to seize Duko and they escorted him out back into the nearby alley, well away from the prying eyes of people that could be seen as witnesses.
Duko thought it amusing that he inspired hatred in the vastly inferior man and the truth about his status was even more entertaining. The low self-esteem and entitled personality was a deadly combination in this fools case.
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The Back Alley, Las Vegas Nevada...
Jealousy was a very potent tool especially when one used it to the fullest effects and Duko had managed to cultivate quite a bit of it as The High Roller stepped outside the bounds of protection when he entered the alley and aimed a pistol at the apparently drunken handsome patron and had his men hold him in place. Duko didn't show an ounce of fear in that moment as the shots rang out and blood dripped from his body as the giddy expression on the face of the fat balding cheat began to enrage him.
The High Roller was so busy believing he had the ability to choose the fate of anyone that didn't allow for his brand of fun and in this he had not noticed his costly mistake. The full moon was high in the sky on this night and as Duko's body dropped onto the ground further selling the notion that the ill aimed shot had killed him his dark blue eyes sprang open revealing a deep red glow just as The High Roller attempted to order his bodyguards to dispose of the handsome patron.