"Godfather, Mobley had intervened and demanded that I release Robert!"
The next morning, Vince hurriedly found the Brigadier and told him that Mobley had just approached him.
The Brigadier, enjoying a massage and bare-chested, sat up, his face showing a hint of gravity.
"When did Donnie start having dealings with the 3K Klan?"
Vince shook his head; deep down, he looked down on Donnie—a discharged US soldier, what could he possibly do?
Even though Donnie had achieved success with Prohibition, that alone was not enough to impress Vince. The reason was simple: in Vince's view, it was just a streak of dumb luck.
But now, with Mobley, the leader of the 3K Klan in Atlantic City, stepping in personally, his perception of Donnie changed somewhat.
"I don't know. Mobley was very insistent when he came to my office today!"
"Donnie isn't planning to be on the same boat with us anymore!" The Brigadier's expression grew serious, "I'll make the call to Mobley."
