Vittorio: slams door What the hell were you thinking? You jeopardized everything, kid!
I'm sorry dad I won't do it again I promise.
paces back and forth, rubbing his temples Damn it, Nelson! You think a simple apology fixes this? How could you be so reckless? stops pacing, looks sternly at Nelson
I know I messed up, Dad. But we can fix it, right? Just tell me what to do.
narrows his eyes, frustration evident on his face Fix it? You think fixing it is as simple as waving a magic wand? takes a deep breath, calms himself
I'll do anything, Dad. Anything to make it right.
pauses, assessing Nelson's sincerity Anything, huh? Fine. You're going to cut ties with that girl. No more seeing her, no more talking to her.
raises his hand to silence Nelson No buts, kid. This is non-negotiable. You're my son, and you will do as I say.
leans in close, his voice low and dangerous Your girlfriend? Kid, you don't know the meaning of the word 'girlfriend' in our world.
Fine, she’s not my girlfriend. But she’s someone I care about, and I can’t just drop her out of my life like that.
smirks, crosses his arms Oh, I see. So now you're an expert on relationships, huh?
No, Dad. I'm not an expert, but I know what I feel. And I can't ignore it.
grabs Nelson by the collar, pulls him close Listen here, kid. Your feelings don't matter in this game. We play by different rules. releases Nelson, steps back
Nelson reluctantly agrees to cut ties with the girl he cares about, feeling torn between his loyalty to his father and his own sense of love and loss.
What happens now, Dad? After I cut ties with her?
smirks, straightens his suit Now, we focus on damage control. We contain the situation and ensure it doesn't spread like wildfire.
Do we need to leave town?
laughs sarcastically Leave town? No, kid. We don't run away like cowards. We stay, we fight, and we make sure our enemies regret ever crossing us.
So what's the plan, Dad? How do we handle this?
leans in, his eyes gleaming with determination First, we gather all the allies we can. We need eyes and ears on our opponent's every move.
nods Alright, Dad. I'll start making calls. Who do we need to reach out to?
pulls out a cigar, lights it up We start with the Romanos. They have connections within the city.
makes a call to the Romanos Hey, this is Nelson. Yeah, I need to talk to your boss. It's urgent. puts the call on speaker
listens intently, tapping his fingers on the desk Romanos: What do you want, Vittorio? You only call in an emergency.
listens to the voice on the other end We need their help, Dad. They have the connections we need.
leans forward, his voice firm Romanos, we need your assistance in handling a... delicate situation.
swallows hard They agreed to help us, Dad. They said they'd meet us at the docks tomorrow night.
clenches his fist, a sinister smile forming on his lips Good. Romanos knows how to get things done.
nods, taking notes Okay, I've got it. We meet them at the docks tomorrow night. What should I say to them, Dad?
slams his fist on the desk, his voice commanding Tell them we need every ounce of information on our opponent.
Understood, Dad. I'll let them know. ends the call What's next, Dad?
stands up, paces back and forth Next, we fortify our defenses. We can't afford any weak spots.
nods, ready to follow orders Alright, Dad. I'll double the patrols and set up extra security measures.
pauses, narrows his eyes at Nelson And remember, kid. Trust no one. Not even your own shadow.
grabs his coat, heads towards the door We also need to prepare for potential retaliation. Keep your guards on high alert.
nods, determined I'll make sure they're ready, Dad.
turns to Nelson, a devilish grin on his face Remember, Nelson, in this game, you either win big, or you lose big. So, make sure you're ready for anything.
nodding, determined I'm ready, Dad. Whatever comes our way, we'll handle it together.
pats Nelson on the back, his smile widening That's the spirit, kid. Together, we'll crush our enemies. No one messes with us and gets away with it.
As the night progresses, tensions rise, and Nelson begins to question his father's ruthless methods, wondering if the ends always justify the means.
sighs heavily Dad, I still don't understand why we can't just... negotiate with them. Why do we have to resort to violence?
slams his fist on the table, his voice filled with anger Negotiate? With those scumbags? You think they'll listen to reason?
whispers Maybe... we could try. Wouldn't it be better than risking lives?
pauses, his expression softening slightly Look, kid. Sometimes, people like them only understand one language. And unfortunately, that's the language they speak.