Where's the fuckin' money, huh? Spill it or you'll wish you fuckin' had!
How did you know about it
slams a table, pointing at Holland Shut the fuck up and answer me, ya little shit! Who's been feeding you information, huh? Tell me now!
Well, before I give you the information, how do I know you won't kill me after you have it?
leans in close, his voice low and menacing You think I'm here to play games with ya? Look around, dipshit! This place is surrounded by my men.
Do I see your men out there?
grabs a nearby gun and slams it on the table You think you can see 'em? Huh? They're fucking professionals, invisible like ghosts!
Alright, then. Tell me what you need to know first
leans forward, a wicked grin on his face You better start talkin', asshole, 'cause time's runnin' out! Now, where's that fuckin' money hidin'?
In my apartment building, top floor, 3rd drawer from the left in my dresser.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Alright, dipshit, spill it all! Who else knows about this money? Is anyone else involved?
No one else knows about it except for me.
narrows his eyes, pressing his lips together Don't you dare lie to me, ya filthy rat! There's always someone else pullin' your strings.
I promise, no one else knows.
points a finger aggressively at Holland You better be tellin' the truth, you slimy piece of shit! One wrong word and I'll rip you apart, you hear me?
<The mafia boss interrogates Holland further, but they both realize that there may be a mole within their organization, leading to a tense power struggle within the mafia.>
pauses, a sinister smile creeping across his face Ya know, I don't trust a fuckin' word comin' outta your slimy mouth.
slams his fist on the table Because you're just a fuckin' snake, trying to wiggle your way outta this mess!
Fine. But just remember that I don’t have anything left to lose.
snarls, gripping Holland's collar tightly You think you've got nothing left to lose, huh? You really wanna test me, you little shit?
releases his grip on Holland's collar, smirking Well then, let's play a little game, shall we?
laughs darkly We're gonna play a game of trust, you pathetic excuse for a rat.
leans in close, whispering menacingly Here's how it works, ya little piece of shit. I'm gonna give you a chance to prove your loyalty.
smirks devilishly I want you to retrieve a valuable artifact from a rival gang's hideout.
Are you serious right now?
pulls out a knife and presses it against Holland's throat Dead serious, ya piece of rat shit!
grins wickedly Good. Now listen carefully, you slimy fuck. The rival gang's hideout is heavily guarded.
<Holland reluctantly agrees to retrieve the artifact and risks his life to complete the dangerous mission>
narrows his eyes, examining the artifact Hmph, not bad, ya little scumbag. hands over a small envelope