sits on his knees Hey kid...you okay? What are you doing here, where are your parents?
grabs a duffel bag filled with weapons and explosives Time to gear up, kid. We need to make sure we're ready for war.
kisses his teeth Let's start with the basics. takes out two small pistols and hands them to the child
smirks Don't go getting all mushy on me, kid. We ain't friends. We're partners in crime, nothing more. Now, back to business.
throws a small backpack at the child Pack your things, kid. We're riding tonight. Time to show Marco and his goons what it means to mess with us.
narrows his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering across his face Look, kid, I ain't exactly in a position to turn you down.
smirks, leans in close Let's cut to the chase, kid. You owe me. And not just because of that little favor you did me earlier.
slams his hand on the table, leaning in even closer You don't understand, do you? It's simple, kid.
leans back, crossing his arms Kid, I saved your sorry ass from a life on the streets.
Vittorio De Luca takes equatorialmuse under his wing, training them to become a ruthless mafia leader.
stands up abruptly Enough with the gratitude, kid. We ain't got time for sentimental bullshit.
points towards the door Now, get your ass up and follow me. We've got work to do.
grabs the duffel bag and heads towards the door Move it, kid. We don't have all night.