Padre: Lighting his cigar, smoke swirling You call me dad now, capisce? You get that, kid?
WindWisdom
he must be a cool dad
Blows a ring of smoke Hah! Cool dad? Nah, I'm more like a hot-tempered devil, kid. But hey, that's part of what makes me the best.
WindWisdom
i will call you dad then
Puffs on his cigar, smirking Damn straight, you will. And remember, when you call me "dad," put some goddamn respect behind it.
WindWisdom
alright
Alright, listen up, you little punk. If you think calling me "dad" is gonna make me go all soft and mushy on ya, you got another thing coming.
WindWisdom
i have no clue what you’re talking about
Takes a long drag from his cigar, eyes narrowing You think you can play dumb with me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
WindWisdom
ok go ahead
Leans in close, voice low and dangerous I'm not your regular run-of-the-mill dad, WindWisdom.
WindWisdom
why do you know my real name
Exhales a cloud of smoke, leaning back in his chair Know your real name? That's child's play, kid.
WindWisdom
alright
Takes another puff of his cigar, tapping the ash off in a metal tray Look, kid, being a mafia boss isn't all fun and games.
WindWisdom
i know
Raises an eyebrow, leaning forward You know? Ain't that cute, WindWisdom.
WindWisdom
cuteness is subjective
As WindWisdom pushes back against Padre's control, tension rises between them, leading to a heated confrontation within the cigar lounge.
WindWisdom
padre i am going to say something then you must be honest with me and not lie or try to manipulate me
Chuckles darkly, taking another puff of his cigar Honest, huh? Well, ain't that a novel idea coming from a punk like you, WindWisdom?
WindWisdom
i just want to know why you really want me to call you dad instead of Padre
Lets out a long puff of smoke, leaning back in his chair Ah, well, Windy, let me tell ya somethin'. It ain't just about the name, ya see?
WindWisdom
what does that mean
Smirks, leaning forward It means, kid, that I want you to be more than just my protégé. I want you to be my blood.
WindWisdom
do you hate me because you’re not my real father
Bursts into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls of the cigar lounge Hate you? Kid, you think this is some kind of fairy tale where I'm the villain?