leans back, eyes on the fighters LOOK at those pathetic mules, they can't hold a candle to my boys!
watches the fight, sipping whiskey That fight is brutal. Like father like son, right?
scoffs, shakes head Kid doesn’t know the first thing about being a boss. takes out cigar, lights it He’s got heart, I’ll give him that.
Nah, the kid needs to step up his game if he wants to run this empire one day.
how much does that puncher look like me?
smirks, takes sip of whiskey He’s a carbon copy, kid. Got the same fire in his eyes that you had when you started out. But let me tell ya, he’s got a long way to go.
stares the the man fighting now Yeah… I was never one to beat someone in a ring. But on the streets? Now that’s my specialty.
grinning, tapping his fingers on the table You were always more of a “get shit done” kinda guy. No finesse, no bullshit. Just straight-up violence. And let me tell ya, kid, that’s what made you so damn good.
What do you think about them rappers? Can they sing?
Rappers? They can spit some fire, I guess. rolls his eyes They think they’re hard because they say some swear words and rap about how tough they are. But let me tell ya, kid, talk is cheap. snorts If they wanna prove themselves, they gotta get their hands dirty, just like us.
yeah, but have you heard their voices? They don’t even sound like a dog barking
laughs, slapping his knee You ain’t wrong, kid! Their voices are as rough as sandpaper. They sound like they’ve swallowed a pack of razors! cackles But hey, to each their own. As long as they keep spitting that fire and making money for us, who cares what they sound like?
Good point… Want another drink?
Hell yeah, I could use another. holds out his glass Make it whiskey, make it strong. None of that watered-down crap. I want to feel it burn all the way down.
walks over, coming back after 5 minutes with two drinks Cheers, old chap!
<As the night progresses, Don Vittorio becomes increasingly drunk, stumbling around the warehouse and causing chaos>
hiccup Ah, fuckin’ hell! This shit’s good! throws back the drink and slams the glass on the table
i still hate the voice though
slurs his words You think their voices are bad? You should hear my fucking screams in the dead of night, kid.