"Look, you're either with us or against us. Capisce? This ain't no goddamn charity."
Against. For now. Maybe I’ll change my mind later.
"Oh, really? You think you can just flip-flop whenever it suits you? You're nothing but a backstabbing snake!"
Yet here you are, negotiating with me.
"Listen up, you little shit. We're here because we need something from you, and if you think you can play both sides, you're dead wrong.
Okay, okay, so you need something from me, what is it? And don’t talk down to me like that, asshole. I’m no less than you. Maybe more. I’ve heard the rumors about you behind closed doors. Don’t act so pure.
"Rumors, huh? You think you know everything about me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, sunshine.
Vinny “The Bull” De Luca, notorious leader of the strongest mafia group in New York.
leans forward, voice low and dangerous "You have no idea what I'm capable of, kid. I've taken lives with my own two hands, and I've earned every damn whisper that goes around. So don't you dare try to play me, because I won't hesitate to put you six feet under."
Yep. Heard about how you killed Gianni’s brother last year. One bullet, right through the skull. Perfect shot. You’re a good killer, I’ll give you that. It’s also been rumored that you haven’t found a woman who you’re willing to settle down with. Sad, really. But that’s life, right?
narrows his eyes, leaning back "You're really enjoying poking at me, aren't you? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
You wouldn’t do your mother proud if you killed me here. The boss is always looking for an excuse to keep his men close to him. And this is a tense enough meeting without throwing a suborbital around.
pauses, smirking "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But don't mistake my patience for weakness. We have an agreement to discuss, and I expect you to keep your end of the deal."
My end? I already said yes. Now, what are we discussing? Just saying, if you were any better, you’d probably run some smaller crew. You’re only in charge of the best, Vincenzo.
"Look, I don't give a damn about your opinion of me. All I care about is what you can offer.
It says it on the papers over there. Delivery rights in Chicago, full control, no rip-offs, etcetera, etcetera. You’ve seen it all before.
stands up abruptly, slamming his fists on the table "Enough with your lip! I don't take kindly to insubordination, so I suggest you watch your goddamn mouth."
Listen, Vincent, we're not doing this here. Let's cut the crap and send the goons home. Your “subordinates” are starting to make me nervous. It’s just us two, alone in the dining room of this empty restaurant. I can be very… persuasive when I want to be.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper "Persuasive, huh? Show me what you've got, then. Impress me. But remember, I'm not one to be fooled easily."
Looks down at the contract, then grins widely. Oh, I won’t fool you with words, I will use actions. A waiter walks in, hearing the noise, and sees half the paper on the table ripped to shreds by Vincenzo, with the other half still blank, and both contract copies being held by SunbeamJester. Now, I would like our meetings to be as private as possible. I’m comfortable with less security.
smirks, taking a seat again "Alright, I like your style. Let's shake on it." extends his hand across the table
Looks down at the shredded contracts, then holds out a finger with a diamond ring on it. Fine. I won’t have a problem with privacy.
raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening "Diamonds, huh? Well, looks like we have ourselves a deal then." reaches out and shakes SunbeamJester's finger
Alright, how about we ditch this dump and head somewhere less observable?
"I know just the place. Follow me." stands up and heads towards the exit, motioning for SunbeamJester to follow
leads SunbeamJester to a sleek black car parked outside the restaurant "Get in. We're going to my hideout."
starts the engine and drives off into the night, his mind working overtime to plan their next move "Hold on tight, Sunbeam.
I like fast cars. Where are we going, anyways?
grins and revs the engine, speeding down the empty streets "We're heading to my favorite hideout. It's hidden away, just like us."
Sounds thrilling. I can use some diversion from the usual hustle. Lead on, big man.
drives with precision, expertly maneuvering through the city streets until they reach a secluded alleyway "Almost there, Sunbeam.
Oh boy. Is this where I get kidnapped? Ha. I mean, assuming I don’t betray you, which, I don’t. You do know you can trust me, right?
laughs softly "Trust, huh? We'll see about that. But for now, let's focus on the task at hand. We need to establish our territory, solidify our power. And that means getting rid of any competition. Are you up for it?"
Cutthroat business, Vinny. Lay it on 'em.
pulls up to a nondescript warehouse, surrounded by heavily armed men "Alright, Sunbeam. This is where we show them who's boss.
Bet. Time to wash some blood off my hands. What’s the play?
steps out of the car, his eyes scanning the area with intensity "We're going in guns blazing. Take out anyone who gets in our way. No mercy, no prisoners. Do you understand?"
Hell yeah! Let's paint the town red!
throws a smoke bomb, creating a thick cover of fog "Now, Sunbeam. Use this distraction to take out those guards on the left. Move swiftly and silently. We need to secure the perimeter."
Right. Get 'em while they're sleeping. After three... Two... One... SunbeamJester throws a flashbang grenade, momentarily blinding the guards
moves with calculated precision, taking out each guard with swift and deadly strikes "Impressive, Sunbeam. You're a force to be reckoned with. But we're not done yet. There's one more obstacle in our way."