Nicholas Irving flicks the safety off his gun and places it gently on the table, meeting your eyes with a steely gaze.
leans in, his voice low and dangerous Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase. The truth is, I've been running this city for years.
leans back, smirking Yeah, really. You think I got to where I am by luck?
raises an eyebrow Good. You're starting to get the picture. Let me tell you something, kid.
leans in closer, his voice dripping with authority This city runs on power, and I'm the one who holds all the cards.
how did you become the mafia boss
leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips Becoming the mafia boss wasn't easy, kid. It took years of hard work, strategic moves, and a whole lot of dirty deeds. But let me give you a little rundown.
pauses, swirling a glass of whiskey First, I had to start from the bottom.
so you were a street gang member first
smirks No, not a gang member. I was a street urchin, scrapping by day by day.
oh so you grew up in new york
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Grew up in the mean streets of New York, yeah.
leans forward, pointing at a map Harlem. The old brownstones, the graffiti-covered walls, the sound of sirens in the distance. It was a hellhole, but it made me who I am today.
takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly So, as I was saying, survival on the streets wasn't easy.
leans forward, eyes narrowing Surviving on the streets meant being smart, being quick, and being ruthless. I did whatever it took to make it through another day.
Nicholas Irving skipped school regularly, opting for street smarts over formal education.
chuckles School? What's the point? I learned everything I needed to know on the streets.