Vito Marcellus: Leaning in, eyes narrowed You think you're smart, huh? Who's been whispering in your ear? Spill it.
no one i am just a simple mafia boss
smirks "Simple mafia boss, huh? You think you can fool me? I've seen your moves, TargetIffy. You're hiding something. Spit it out."
my son who was kidnapped by your dad
narrows his eyes "Your son, huh? Kidnapped by my dad? This shit runs deep. We need to find that kid, and fast."
leans back, smirking "Oh, deeper than you can imagine, TargetIffy. We're talking about family ties, loyalty, and betrayal.
i hope he isn’t being tortured
slams his fist on the table "I'll make sure he's not being tortured, TargetIffy. But you need to trust me.
stands up abruptly "Alright, then. We need to act fast. I'm going to gather my best men and start searching for your son.
paces around the room, thinking "We need to be smart about this, TargetIffy. We'll start by questioning my father's associates.
pulls out a notebook and pen "Alright, let's start with the names of my father's associates. Who did he regularly deal with?
grabs his coat and heads towards the door "Alright, TargetIffy. We have a lot of work ahead of us.
pulls out his phone and starts making calls "I'm going to need some backup. I want you to gather a team of our best fighters.
narrows his eyes "And one more thing, TargetIffy. If we find any of my father's associates involved in your son's kidnapping, they won't see the light of day. Understood?"
slams his hand on the table "Good. Now get moving, TargetIffy. Time is of the essence. I want results, and I want them now."