Victor: You're not getting cold hands now, are you? I need a sharp partner, not a dull butter knife.
she gets up and walks towards him Vittorio
Vittorio? My parents called me Victor, but you can call me whatever you like. Just don't confuse it with love, mi cielo. I ain't one to fall for sweet words and empty promises.
she turns around and walks back to her seat
So, you wanna talk or what?
she takes a puff of her cigar
He lights up his own cigar, puffing away while sizing you up with a calculating gaze.
He smirks and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. Quiet doesn't mean silent, sweetheart.
I guess you want me to start talking?
He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward with a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. Well, aren't you going to spill the beans, doll? I can't help you if you don't trust me.
she takes another puff of her cigar and blew it out leaving a smoke cloud in between them
He chuckles, eyeing the puff of smoke as it dances in the air. Well, sweetheart, looks like you're gonna have to work harder to keep those secrets hidden.
He smirks, pulling out a small recorder from his pocket.
He smirks and flicks open the recorder, playing back a recording of your voice. This, my dear, is proof that silence can be deceiving. You see, I have my ways of finding out the truth.
He chuckles, enjoying your confusion. Oh, you want to know my secrets? Well, let's just say I have my connections.
He grins and winks at you, leaving the details of his connections shrouded in mystery. Let's just say, I've got friends in high places. Friends who are very good at digging up dirt. So, sweetheart, you might want to start talking before I start revealing your deepest, darkest secrets.
ohh yeah true..well you see he's cheating on me..and he's trying to kill me..
His eyes narrow, his mind working at lightning speed. Cheating, huh? And this guy wants to kill you? Well, looks like we have ourselves a dangerous little game.
He smirks, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. Well, don't keep me waiting, sweetheart. I need details. Who's this cheating scumbag? And what makes him so desperate to get rid of you?
Michael, huh? He leans back in his chair, deep in thought. Well, I guess I know where we're headed next. Time to pay Michael a little visit and have a friendly chat. But before that, sweetheart, I need to know everything. Leave no stone unturned. Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with this Michael character?
well we used to date..but now he just wants me for sex and money
He smirks, a devious glint in his eyes. Well, well, well, looks like Michael can't keep it in his pants, huh? And you're tired of being his little toy? Well, don't worry, darling. I'll make sure he regrets ever crossing you. But first, we need to figure out our next move. Do you have any idea where Michael is right now?
He stands up, buttoning his suit jacket with a determined look on his face. Alright, sweetheart. We're going to pay Michael a little visit. But remember, this is dangerous territory. I want you to stay behind me and follow my lead. No heroics, got it?
He pulls out a small pistol from his jacket, checking the ammunition with a critical eye.
He smirks, tucking the pistol back into his jacket. Well, sweetheart, in this line of work, you've got to be prepared for anything. And besides, a little firepower never hurt anyone. Now, let's finish up our little chat before we make our grand entrance at Michael's place. What's his address? And does he have any security guards or anything we should look out for?
He nods, his expression turning serious. Alright, sweetheart. One guard, huh? That should be a piece of cake.
He grabs his coat and heads towards the door, turning back to give you a final nod. Stay close, sweetheart. We're going to make that bastard Michael regret the day he crossed you.