"somebody gotta die
if I go, you got to go
somebody got to die
let the gunshots blow
somebody got to die
nobody got to know that I killed yo ass
in the mist bitch".

"roman what are you doing here?! how did you get into my house?!" paul exclaimed.

"you got some nerve paul.... some real fucking nerve" roman growled.

"what is your problem what the hell is going on?" paul wondered.

roman immediately rushed over to paul and grabbed him by his shirt, slamming him onto the wall. paul looked terrified as roman was fuming right in front of him. he had a feeling that something was about to happen to him, and it was making him shit himself.

as roman was holding onto paul, he looked over at his computer and saw something that intrigued him. not only did it intrigue him, but it also pissed him off. he happened to see an email that paul was writing regarding a "strip club in buffalo with victor marshall".

roman threw paul down on the ground and went over to the computer to fully read the email. he also checked through the other tabs and saw other websites, emails, and documents referring to this "strip club in buffalo". roman also went through paul's drawers in the desk and saw the folder with the blueprints that him and victor shared, the blueprints to the club.

"this is private information roman you have no right going through my things!" paul exclaimed as he got up, but roman back handed him in the face to get him off.

"you really working with this bitch huh?" roman said. paul remained silent.

"after everything i've told you about him, after I told you he's my enemy... AFTER HE GOT HIS GOONS TO SHOOT UP YOUR FUCKING CLUB?!".

"that day that we met I specifically asked you if you were working with any other lord and you told me no. not only did you lie to me but you're also working with the worse fucking person you could've EVER worked with.... what do you have to say about that paul?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" roman exclaimed.

paul still remained silent and it only drove roman more mad. he wasn't getting any answers out of him and he didn't get it! this wasn't a dealer or a lord that couldn't snitch and that WASN'T a snitch. this was a business man with a running company, a family, and a life and here he was being difficult and not giving out answers.

okay then, if paul doesn't wanna speak, roman will just have to MAKE HIM speak...

paul was in a chair in the middle of his office tied up as roman was pacing back and forth with a gun in his hand.

"roman you can't do this... YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" paul yelled out.

"why can't I?! you're the one that put yourself in this predicament by lying and fucking with my shit" roman said.

"what is killing me and tying me up like this gonna do for you?! all that will happen is that you'll get arrested for murder and go to jail for life. you're gonna leave iman, your daughter, and your unborn child all alone while you're locked up!" paul told him.

"don't make me blow your fucking brains out" roman grunted as he put the gun to paul's head. paul mentioning roman's family only made him more angry. "keep my family out your dirty ass mouth!".

"I didn't mean any harm i'm just reminding you of the consequences that you could face if you actually do something to me" he told him.

"you don't want me to do something to you? tell me why you had the audacity to work with victor? opening clubs and letting him take my money" roman said.

"...... well I just want to let you know that victor came to me first" paul said. "he was calling me trying to work with me when I didn't even know who he was".

when victor sent ronnie sharron to stalk roman, ronnie got in way too close and was telling all of his plans with paul to victor, and victor tried to get to him first. that's exactly why roman killed ronnie in the first place.

"he said that he could make us some good business and since I was already in the works with working with you, I just left him to the side. I never gave him a yes or no, I just put him on hold basically and began our partnership" paul continued to explain.

"eventually time passed on and he reached back out to me, flew me out to buffalo and we had a meeting discussing some things and I actually liked him so I agreed to do business" he told him. "I had no idea that it was ill intent until later.... but by then I actually grew to like victor so I didn't wanna stop the business, I didn't wanna stop my bag".

"paul you knew everything about him though. I told you the type of person he was, I told you that it was him that got his goons to shoot YOUR OWN CLUB up to get me and my people.... and yet like a dummy you still chose to work with him?!" roman exclaimed. "did you know that tonight victor had his goons go to the brownsville club and start a fight with my people?! shooting at them too, and you really think that man was a good "business partner" for you?!".

"you had loyalty TO ME! i'm the only muthafucking lord that you should EVER been doing business with, not him or anyone else. you allowing old bastards like him to steal my profits, my business, and everything that I EVER worked hard for just so you can kiki in dirty ass buffalo? putting your feet up in his dirty ass house?! how dare you. it's bad enough that you lied to me about my cousin and now you're lying about this?! playing in my fucking face like we were cool but you were being grimy behind the scenes just like him" he continued to vent. roman's anger was building up the more he spoke. he was becoming full of rage and soon it wasn't gonna be pretty for paul.

"roman were we ever "cool"? we were never close outside of the business, we were partners and that's it" paul said back. "you didn't even wanna take the stake deal that I offered you, that could've gave you the key of a lifetime but you fucked up!".

"I didn't fuck up a thing" roman spat at him. "especially now that you were playing with me anyways. my lawyer was right and my gut was right all along.... I probably would've made even less money taking that shit".

"and y'know what.... that's probably why you decided to go off with victor too. you thought you could play with me by having both jey AND victor on your side taking your scam money when I wasn't fucking with either of them. well GUESS WHAT! only one of them is on your side now, and it's the old fuck that wishes he was me".

"roman that's not the case at all" paul sighed. "i'm really sorry, sorry for the lies and the bullshit".

"here you are lying AGAIN! when you gonna stop with these fucking lies paul?! you keep playing with me like i'm dumb just stop the bullshit" roman scoffed.

"I really am sorry, i'm genuinely so sorry" paul said. "you're a great business partner and the behind the scenes shady shit went so horribly wrong and clearly it blew up in my face in the worse way. now i'm tied up and my life is being threatened. I thought that I could make all of these connections and all it did was fuck you over at the end, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do to you. my loyalty should've came first on both situations, especially this one and i'm so sorry".

"we don't even have to work with each other ever again after today. I will give you back all of the money that you deserve, a type of compensation. any money that went to victor and his cartel I will give it back to you. you're right about it being your money, as it should've only been you as the lord that I was doing business with. i'm so sorry roman, I really am. playing with you will be the last thing I ever do" he explained to him.

"you're right" roman simply said. "because it will be the last thing you ever do".

"what?!" paul exclaimed.

"did you really think that I was going to forgive that bullshit excuse of an apology?! did you really think that I was gonna give you some type of benefit of the doubt?!" roman wondered, beginning to pace around the room again.

"roman please just untie me and let me go" paul begged. "I will give you the money and everything I swear".

"and you were still gonna work with victor like nothing ever happened" roman scoffed. "was gonna let me loose so you can freely work with victor with no burden and open that club in buffalo".

"roman i'm begging PLEASE! LET ME GO!" paul yelled.

"did you really think that you were gonna get away with fucking me over, playing with my money and cartel, lying to me, AND working with my biggest enemy behind my back? did you really think that?! you really think that I wasn't gonna do anything to you?! that you would get off scott free?!" roman asked him rhetorically. he stopped pacing and was now standing beside paul.

"c'mon paul, you should know me better than that.... I was gonna kill your fat ass anyways".

and with that sentence, roman pulled the trigger on the gun and shot paul in his head. paul's body fell down to the ground, breaking the chair and loosening up the rope that was used to tie him up. his lifeless body was laying on the nice persian carpet as blood spilled out from his head everywhere, forming a pool.

"damn paul... why'd you leave such a mess?" roman laughed, he was actually laughing at this like the sadistic person he was. "linda's gonna be so mad!".

as paul's body was laid out, roman began to cover up his tracks of what he did. he was covering everything up to make it seem like no one ever broke in to kill paul but instead, paul did it to himself. that way no one would think that he was murdered, but instead they would think that he did it.

roman immediately snuck out of the house right after without leaving a trace. he quickly got in his black jeep and drove off from staten island and paul's house to never return again.

a fifty three minute drive went by and roman ended up at the hudson river. no one was out here and that was a good thing, because what roman was about to do no one needed to be out here seeing what was happening.

roman put the black jeep in drive and quickly got out of the car. he was still masked up in a ski mask, hoodie, and gloves to conceal his identity as what was about to happen could've gotten him in major trouble. he was already on the verge of trouble as it is.

he stood back and suddenly, the car began to move in drive towards the river. the car was slowly but surely driving into the body of water. he needed to get rid of that car, anytime he feels like he's done too many crimes in a certain vehicle he decides to discard of it and get a new one. this was one of those times and since he just finished killing paul, he needed to get rid of the jeep. it was all good though, he had a new car already ready for him at the warehouse anyways.

the car sunk down to the bottom of the river and roman walked away from the scene. as he was walking away, he saw a black chevy impala with tinted windows pull up on him. he quickly got in the back of the car and they drove away from the hudson. the men that were in the impala that just picked up roman? jimmy and jey. the bloodline were back together.

"did you get the job done?" jey asked him as he was driving.

"of course" roman told him. "we don't have to worry about that man anymore".

"he's done for".

linda just arrived back home from her sister's dinner. she parked her mercedes benz cls in the driveway and went up to the door to open it. she saw that paul was home, meaning that he never left out since she's been gone.

and there was a reason for that...

"paul i'm home!" she announced. there was no answer.

linda walked into the kitchen to put her leftovers away in the refrigerator and then proceeded to upstairs. she first went to the bedroom that they shared to see if paul was in there sleeping, he wasn't.

"paul? are you still working?!" linda called out, she was very confused. he didn't answer her when she came in and clearly he wasn't sleeping as he wasn't in the bedroom. he also wasn't downstairs. he was clearly home so hopefully he wasn't just ignoring her.

she walked up to his office room and started to smell something foul. she had no idea what kind of smell it could've been so to check, she immediately opened the door and what was next changed her life forever.

"PAUL!" linda screeched on the top of her lungs.

she saw her husband laid out on the floor of the room, dead and with a pool of blood formed around his body. she dropped down to the floor and began to sob uncontrollably. she just came home to her husband dead on the floor and she had no idea what to do.

she grabbed paul's body and began to rock back and forth with it, all of the blood staining her green dolce and gabbana dress. she wailed as she was realizing that her husband was gone. she couldn't even saved him if she tried, she saw that he had a gunshot wound to the head so there was no coming back from that. her husband was dead and she was all alone.

her husband was dead and it was all because of roman.