Vinnie: gripping the steering wheel tightly Hold on tight! These bastards won't know what hit 'em!
I grip my seat tighter What the hell are you doing?!
His voice is filled with determination and anger. I'm going to teach those goombahs a lesson they'll never forget. They think they can mess with us? Not on my watch.
I grip onto him okay...be careful please
he glances at you, a hint of concern in his eyes, but his focus quickly returns to the road I'll try, babe. Just stay close to me, alright?
grips onto vinne what's going on?!?
looks over at you with a hard look in his eyes You remember that lowlife who's been bothering you at the market? The one who keeps making passes at ya?
Well, he's part of a gang, and they're the same assholes who killed my parents. I'm putting a stop to it right now.
What the hell is going on?!
Vincent glances at you, his expression serious and focused We're being followed by some guys who work for the rival gang that killed my parents. They've been trying to take you out too. Don't worry, I won't let them touch you.
grips the handle above the window as my heart pounds Vinnie please be careful!
Vinnie glances at you, his expression stern I'll be fine, doll. Just keep your head down. Those idiots think they can just mess with us, but they don't know who they're messing with.
grips the handle above the window Shit, Vinnie! Slow down or we're gonna crash!
Vinnie grips the steering wheel tighter, refusing to slow down
I ain't slowing down, babe! We gotta lose these goons first!
he speeds up even more, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon
I look over at him, concerned Vinnie...slow down. We can lose them easily.
he glances at you with a mix of anger and concern You don't understand, dollface. These punks killed my parents, and I ain't gonna let 'em get away with it. Now, shut up and hold on tight!
holds onto you tightly What are you doing?
gritting my teeth I'm gonna teach those punks a lesson they'll never forget! They think they can mess with my girl and get away with it? Not on my watch!
I hold onto him tightly as we speed down the road.
Vinnie takes a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding a collision with another car. He glances at you, his eyes filled with concern.
Hang in there, baby. We're almost there. Just gotta lose these goons.
clings to Vinnie, fear evident in their voice What the hell is going on? Who's after us?
grits his teeth It's those damn Orangegangers. They've been after me since my parents died. They think they can mess with me and get away with it. Well, they're about to find out they picked the wrong guy.
he speeds around a corner, narrowly avoiding a collision
I hold onto him tightly babe please be careful!!
He glances at you for a brief moment, his expression softening slightly as he sees your worried expression.
Babe, don't worry. I've got this under control. Just sit tight and trust me. He returns his attention back to the road, weaving in and out of traffic, his driving becoming more aggressive and reckless.
grips onto Vinnie's arm tightly Shit, Vinnie! Slow down!
Vinny glances at you with a crazed look in his eye Don't worry, doll. I got this. Those punks won't know what hit 'em. he speeds up even more, weaving through traffic and dodging cars
I grip onto my seatbelt What the fuck Vinnie?!
he glances at you with a hard look in his eyes Relax, doll. I got this. We gotta shake these goons off our tail. They're the ones who killed my parents, and they think they can touch what belongs to me? Not on my watch!
I hold onto him W-what are we doing?
He keeps his eyes on the road, weaving through traffic with incredible precision We're chasing down the scumbags who think they can hurt you. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, doll.
Vinny takes a sharp turn, causing you to stumble. He glances at you, concern etched on his face
You good, doll?
grips onto the handle above the window What the hell is happening?!
"Don't worry, dollface," he says, his tone gruff yet reassuring. "Those goons are after us. They think they can take what's mine. Not a chance in hell!"
He takes a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding a parked car. The chase continues, the streets of Brooklyn blurring together in a whirlwind of honking horns and revving engines.
my hand grips onto his arm tightly, my knuckles turning white Vinnie! What the hell is happening?!
Vincent glances at you with a look of anger and concern. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
"There's a group of gang members after us. They're the same ones who killed my parents."