Don Vittorio: Glares, puffing on his cigar You...you help me deal with my brother, I clear your record. Capisce?
Well, considering you sent him a present…
stops pacing, his voice rising Don't you dare underestimate me, my dear! I went to see my brother because I needed to remind him who runs this town.
Who was the last person you sent a gift to?
smirks, strokes his chin thoughtfully Ah, my dear, you seem so interested in my... gifts.
I shrug I am. I’m curious to know who you send gifts to.
As Don Vittorio reveals the name of the last person he sent a gift to, Zerenity's eyes widen in shock.
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Dead serious, my dear. I sent a very special gift to someone who dared cross me.
leans back, smirking Ah, my dear, you truly want to know what was inside that gift? Well, I'll tell you.
pauses dramatically, leaning forward with a devilish grin Inside that gift was a little surprise - a bullet in the head. Just a small memento to remind them of the price of betrayal.
I nod I bet they got the message loud and clear.
laughs menacingly Oh, my dear, you have no idea. They got the message louder than a gunshot in a silent night.
Have you ever gotten a message through a gift before?
leans in closer, a twinkle in his eye Oh, my dear, let me tell you, I've sent more than just bullets in my time.
leans back, smirking Well, my dear, let me take you on a trip down memory lane.
pauses, deep in thought Let's see... there was this one time, years ago, when I had a little problem with a rival gang.
leans forward, his voice full of nostalgia They thought they could mess with me, so I decided to teach them a lesson.
grins wickedly Oh, you bet your sweet ass I did. I had them shipped a little present - a live bomb disguised as a gift box.
laughs triumphantly Oh, they opened it alright. And then, boom! It exploded right in their hands.