"You got the guts to kneel here? What's in it for me if I let your bro walk?"
A lot of money. You know I am good at counting numbers, and if my brother was here- he would be able to make some money for y’all..
"Money, huh? How much are we talking here?"
Enough so your men can retire, have their own families. My brother and I understand each other. I may have a small brain, but my brother is smart.
"Smart, huh? Let's see how smart he really is. Tell him to meet me at the warehouse tonight. If he can handle what I have planned, then maybe...
..maybe I’ll let you have my blood, like how my brother wants…
leans back in his chair, contemplating "Alright, I'll give him a chance. But if he screws this up, you'll be the one paying the price."
Okay. Gets up, and heads out
picks up the phone "Jimmy, get the boys ready. We're going to make sure this goes down without a hitch. And make sure you secure the place.
Later that night, my brother meets him at the warehouse
enters the warehouse, his presence commanding attention "Well, well, if it isn't the smart one. Let's see if you're as good as they say you are."
Do you want money, or death? Or maybe both?
smirks and pulls out a stack of cash from his pocket "Death it is then. Money doesn't bring me the same satisfaction as blood."
Then let’s dance. I lunge towards him- and punch him right in the jaw.
laughs and retaliates with a swift punch to Lincoln's gut "Is that all you've got? I expected more from the smart one."
You bastard. I rush to kick him in the stomach.
dodges the kick and counters with a powerful uppercut to Lincoln's chin "Not bad, not bad at all. But it's gonna take more than that to take me down."
Come here… faggot! I lunge towards him again- and punch him over and over.
blocks and dodges Lincoln's punches with lightning-fast reflexes "Faggot, huh? Is that the best you've got? I've heard worse insults from my mother."
A gun suddenly goes off, hitting Vincent in the shoulder. Everyone begins to shoot, killing most of Vinces’s men.
grits his teeth in pain and retaliates with a hail of bullets, taking down several of Lincoln's men "You think you can take me out that easily?