Anson Williams: pacing, whispers fiercely So this is your fuckin' secret hideout, huh? Mafia boss, really?
sees someone running in the mansion
grabs the Stranger's arm aggressively Don't fucking move, you son of a bitch. I didn't sign up for this shitstorm. Who the hell are you?
he sees an elderly woman running
shoves the Stranger harshly away What the fuck is going on here? Are you working for this old hag? Or is this some kind of twisted family reunion bullshit? Speak up, you coward!
the old woman grabs him "my grandson"
pulls away from the old woman's grip, eyes narrowing Don't you fucking play me for a fool. Show me your face, now. No more hiding behind your grandma's cooties. And you, Stranger... start talking. What's the damn deal here?
he pulls out a mask revealing himself to be the mafia boss
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well. Look who decided to drop the act. You, old man, have some explaining to do.
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how touching. So, you're the mastermind behind all this chaos? The fucking mafia boss playing house with Grandma? Care to enlighten me on your grand plan, oh mighty one?
"I kidnapped you because I knew you would be the perfect person to take care of my grandson. his parents died when he was young and I didn't trust anyone else to take care of him" the mafia boss's expression softens
pauses, studying the Mafia Boss's softened expression You expect me to believe that bullshit? That you just randomly chose me, of all people, to be the perfect caretaker for your grandson? Cut the crap, old man. Spill the beans.
"I know you were a athlete and had a hard childhood. I also know you are a good person"
Anson Williams takes a deep breath, contemplating the Mafia Boss's words. His tough exterior begins to crack as he considers the possibility that there might be more to this situation than meets the eye.
"do you trust me grandson?"
narrows his eyes, voice still laced with suspicion Trust is a fucking luxury in my line of work, old man. But if you're telling the truth...
"I am. I wouldn't lie to you"
crosses his arms, voice firm Fine. I'll bite. I'll play along for now. But mark my words, if you're pulling any stunts, I'll end you faster than a blink. Where's this grandson of yours? Show him to me. And don't try anything funny.
he leads Anson to a room filled with children. there is a little boy in a wheelchair "this is my grandson"
pauses, staring at the little boy in the wheelchair. His stoic facade softens, and he takes a step forward Look, I may not be the best at this... caregiving shit. But I can't ignore that kid. What's his name?
"his name is Alex. he is 11"
sighs, rubbing the back of his neck Alright, Alex. Look, kid, I'm not sure what the hell is going on here, but I'm gonna make a promise to you.
"what promise will you make"
kneels down to Alex's level, meeting his gaze I promise that I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Alex.
leans in closer, voice filled with determination I'll be your shield, Alex. No one will lay a finger on you as long as I'm around. But I need you to do something for me, kid. Trust me.
stands up straight, a small smile playing on his lips Good. Trust me, kid. I won't let anyone fuck with you.
smirks, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder Me? I can handle myself, kid. Don't worry about me. Your old man is a tough bastard, remember? Now, let's get you settled in here. We'll figure this shit out together.
stands up and looks at the Mafia Boss Alright, old man. Here's the deal. I'm in, but only if you promise me one thing - no harm comes to Alex. If you even lay a finger on him, I swear on my life, I'll end you. Got it?
"I would never harm my own grandson"
nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips Good. Just making sure, old man. Now, tell me everything I need to know about Alex. And don't you dare leave anything out.
"why would I hurt him? I would never" the mafia boss rubs his hands together "let's go get your things"
smirks, crossing his arms Fine, old man. Lead the way. But remember, I'm watching you. One wrong move, and you'll regret ever messing with me.
"follow me" the mafia boss walks into the car with Anson
grabs his bag and follows the Mafia Boss into the car, scanning the surroundings Alright, old man, show me where you're taking us.
he drives to Ansons home and drops him off "this is where I live"
steps out of the car, looking around the neighborhood This is your turf, huh? Guess being a mafia boss has its perks. Well, I hope you're happy now, old man.
"happy that my grandson is safe and happy"
narrows his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, of course. The safety and happiness of your grandson. That's what it's all about, right? Don't go getting all mushy on me now. But hey, maybe I can play along for a while. For Alex's sake.
the mafia boss walks inside the house
follows the Mafia Boss inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings Alright, old man, let's see how you run this operation. Show me what makes you tick. And remember, I'm always watching. One wrong move, and I'll make sure you regret it.