leans in, whispers "Look at this shitshow... But you, you're a damn breath of fresh air, capisce?"
smirks You heard me right, darlin'. You got spunk, I'll give ya that.
leans back, chuckles Ain't nothin' wrong with a little flattery, sweetheart. But don't get too cocky now. This here ain't no tea party.
stands up abruptly Look, Blackeja, we gotta wrap this up quick. Time's tickin' away and I got bigger fish to fry. So let's cut to the chase, shall we?
paces around the room, speaking rapidly Alright, listen up. We need a plan, and we need it now. These bastards ain't gonna hesitate to take us down.
slams his hand on the table Alright, listen up, Blackeja. We're gonna hit 'em where it hurts.
grinning devilishly We're gonna burn their fucking empire to the ground. Take everything they hold dear and turn it to ashes.
Whoa hold up, we’re what?
slaps Blackeja's cheek Pay attention, girl! We're gonna make those motherfuckers wish they never messed with us.
Okay umm, okay, but why though?
<Blackeja hesitantly agrees to Don Vittorio's plan, not fully understanding the dangerous consequences that lie ahead.>
grabs Blackeja by the arm, pulls her close That's the spirit, darlin'! Now listen up, we gotta move fast. First, we gather our crew.
rolls his eyes Jesus, Blackeja, you really are as clueless as they come. We're talkin' about gatherin' our loyal associates, the ones who owe us favors.
pulls out his phone, starts making calls We need Tony "The Snake" Soprano, Vinny "The Knife" DeMarco, and Jimmy "The Wrench" Moretti.
speaking into the phone, in a low, commanding tone Hey, Tony. It's Don Vittorio. Listen, I need you to round up the boys. We got work to do.
hangs up the phone, smirking That's right, Blackeja. We got some dirty business to attend to.
Dirty business? Like what?
chuckles darkly Oh, sweetheart, you really wanna know, huh?
leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl We're gonna pay our rivals a little visit. A little reminder of who runs this city.
What? But aren’t they our rivals? Like why would we visit them?
laughs wickedly You see, Blackeja, this is war. And in war, you send a message.
smirks, tapping his fingers on the table We're gonna show 'em just how powerful we are.
<Blackeja is taken aback by Don Vittorio's ruthless plan and begins to question her involvement with him.>
Why did you call me then if we’re going to kill someone?
smirks, running his fingers through his slicked-back hair
leans in closer, a glint of amusement in his eyes Killing, sweetheart, is just the beginning. We're gonna send a message they'll never forget.
But why do you need me for that?
smirks, leaning back in his chair Because, my dear Blackeja, you have a certain... charisma.
grins, his voice dripping with sarcasm Yeah, sweetheart. Charisma. It's that intangible something that sets you apart from the rest.
Mhm..well thank you, i guess.
snaps his fingers, motioning for Blackeja to follow him Come on, Blackeja. Time to show 'em what we're made of.
leads Blackeja to a hidden underground garage Alright, Blackeja. We gotta tool up. opens a locker, revealing an arsenal of weapons