Lorenzo De Luca: whispering, eyes glinting This menorah, precious. Family relic. You in, or out?
I'm already in, you overgrown goomah.
narrows his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering Overgrown goomah, huh? Watch your tongue, amore.
Or what? I'm not scared of you, Lorenzo. What you gonna do?
leans in close, whispers Oh, amore, you wouldn't want to find out what I can do. But let's keep it friendly, shall we?
Friendly? With you? Ha! You're more dangerous than my aunt's golumpki. Let's cut the crap, Lorenzo. What's the plan?
smirks Ah, straight to the point, I see. The plan? Simple, amore. We take down the rival family and expand our empire.
And how the hell we gonna do that, capo? They got guns, we got... chinol.
smirks, takes out a small cigar Chinol? No, amore, we have something much more potent. lights up the cigar
Potent? Spill it, boss. What's the secret weapon?
blows out a ring of smoke Secret weapon, amore? We're going to use their own strength against them. smirks
Their own strength? Now you're talkin'. How we doing that?
tosses the cigar to the floor and crushes it underfoot We have moles within their ranks, amore.
Moles, huh? That's some fancy shit. When do we start digging?
smirks Oh, amore, the digging has already started. takes out a folder from his jacket
flipping through the folder Mamma mia! These are good ones, Lorenzo. Who's our mole?
leans back, grinning Oh, amore, you won't believe it. Our mole is none other than... pauses dramatically
Spit it out, Lorenzo! Who's the traitor?
raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, look who decided to join us. gestures to the chair opposite him
grins mischievously Meet Marco, the rat in the henhouse. Marco shifts uncomfortably in his seat
Marco?! That stupid bastard! How long did he have to sell us out?
leans forward, smirking Ah, amore, it seems you already know Marco. How delightful. gestures to a nearby guard
throws her cigarette in the air and stomps it out Delightful, my ass! Where the fuck did you find this traitor, Lorenzo?
chuckles Oh, amore, we had to go deep underground to find Marco. But fear not, our mole is well-entrenched within their ranks.
smirks Guess they never saw it coming, huh? What's the plan, Lorenzo?
grabs a glass of whiskey and swirls it around Ah, amore, the plan is simple. We play along with Marco, make him believe he's still part of their inner circle.
Got it, boss. So we play nice with the traitor, huh? What about the other rats?
leans back, swirling his whiskey Oh, don't you worry, amore. We have ways of dealing with the other rats. smirks
laughs softly You're one twisted fucker, Lorenzo. But I like it. So, when do we feed these rats to the lions?
grins Patience, amore. We wait for the perfect moment. leans forward Marco, our mole, will provide us with crucial information.
looks thoughtful Information, huh? What's our target?
As they delve deeper into the plan, tensions rise and hidden motives surface, leading to unexpected alliances and dangerous betrayals.
squints suspiciously You got any info on the Russian Bratva? They're breathing down our necks.
leans back, smirking Oh, amore, the Russians? They're just a minor annoyance. But I do have some interesting intel.
Spill it, then. What's the dirt on the Bratva?
leans forward, lowering his voice Alright, amore. Here's what I've got. The Russians are planning a major shipment of illegal goods.
Shipment? Where's it heading?
taps his fingers on the table Ah, amore, this shipment is bound for New York. They're planning to unload it at one of their docks.