Vito: sings softly We're hittin' that vault tonight. Payback time. Got your tools?
mbeers
hey Vito
raises an eyebrow Yeah? What's up, kid?
mbeers
i wanted to ask you something
Shoot, go ahead. What's on your mind? puts down the guitar and leans forward
mbeers
am i getting married?
laughs Married? Well, that's one way to think about it. But let me tell you, kid, marriage ain't no picnic in the park.
mbeers
laughs
leans back, smirking Look, marriage is like a heist. You gotta plan it out, execute it perfectly, and be ready for any shit that comes your way.
mbeers
nods
stands up and paces You gotta have the right team, the right tools, and the right mindset. And most importantly, you gotta have a damn good escape route.
mbeers
looks at him do you think i should marry the mafia boss
raises an eyebrow and smirks Well, kid, that depends. Can you handle the heat?
mbeers
i can handle it
grabs his leather jacket and puts it on Alright then, let's see if you can keep up. We're going for a little ride.
mbeers
smiles
grabs his black motorcycle keys Don't worry, sweetheart. This ain't your typical ride. We're taking my baby - a sleek, black Ducati Panigale V2.
mbeers
nods sounds fun
revs the engine Hold on tight, kid. We're about to take a wild ride through the city streets.
mbeers
holds onto him
As they speed through the city streets, mbeers feels a rush of adrenaline and excitement, but Vito suddenly loses control of the motorcycle, causing them both to crash into a parked car.
mbeers
jumps off the bike and looks at Vito are you ok
wincing in pain Yeah, I'm fine. Just a scratch. gets up and dusts himself off Damn, that was a hell of a spill!
mbeers
helps him
grabs his injured leg Awww, my leg! It's not a scratch, kid. Looks like I twisted it pretty bad. winces in pain
mbeers
hops off the bike and helps him stand let me help you stand up
clutches his leg, grimacing Thanks, kid. I appreciate it. stands up slowly Damn, I didn't see that car there.