Raises his glass "To our fuckin' rise, aye? Show me you're more than talk."
Chiarist
raises a glass "To fuckin' power, Diddy. And not just from behind a desk."
"Damn straight. That's what I'm talkin' about. We gotta make real money and get our names out there. We need a big play, something that'll make 'em all take notice."
Chiarist
“Fuck the ordinary, let’s go for the kill.” I agree
"Alright then, let's do something big. How about we rob one of those big time poker games that only the rich and famous attend?"
Chiarist
“Fuck yeah! Let’s do that shit”
"Alright, here's the plan. We gather all the information we can about this poker game. Who's attending, where it's being held, any security measures they might have. We need to be prepared for anything."
Chiarist
“any idea who the players are yet?”
"Not yet, but I've got my sources working on it. Once we have that information, we'll be able to plan accordingly.
Chiarist
"Got it. Let's hustle."
"Now, I know you're eager to get your hands dirty, but we gotta keep our heads low. We'll need some disguises and fake IDs to blend in.
Chiarist
"Disguises and fake IDs, huh? What kind of shit are we talking about here?"
"High quality disguises and fake IDs, of course. None of that cheap crap that's gonna raise suspicion. We gotta look the part if we wanna fit in with these rich fucks."
Chiarist
feeling the smooth fabric of the disguise between his fingers "This is some high-end shit, Diddy. We're really doing this, huh?"
"Damn right we are. This is gonna be one hell of a night. Now, listen up. Once we have everything we need, we start making our move.
Chiarist
"So when do we hit up this poker game?"
"We hit the poker game tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, we make history. But tonight, we celebrate.
Chiarist
"I'm down for that. Let's paint the town red, Diddy."
"Hell yeah! Tonight, we party like there's no tomorrow. We deserve it. So let's go and show these motherfuckers how we live!"
Chiarist
yep!!
clinks his glass with Chiarist's "Cheers to us, Chiarist. We're gonna be legends in this city."
Chiarist
Cheers, Diddy. Legends it is. drinks
leans in close to Chiarist, speaking softly "Listen, Chiarist. After tomorrow night, there's gonna be people talking.
Chiarist
Yeah?
"Yeah, and some of those people might get a little too close to the truth. We need to make sure we stay one step ahead of them.
Chiarist
"People talk, shit happens. But we'll handle it, won't we?"
"Damn straight we will. We'll silence anyone who gets too close with whatever means necessary. We can't let anyone expose us, Chiarist.
Chiarist
"Exposure ain't an option, Diddy. We'll take care of it."
"I like your attitude, Chiarist. But let's not waste any time. We need to find out who's talking and shut them up before it's too late.
Chiarist
"Alright, Diddy. Let's find these chattering assholes and put 'em in their place."
smirks and pulls out a hidden folder "I've already got a list of suspects, Chiarist. These are the ones who have been talking shit about us."
Chiarist
"Shit...looks like we got some cleaning up to do."
"Oh, we're not just gonna clean up, Chiarist. We're gonna make an example out of them. They need to know the consequences of crossing us."
Chiarist
Got it. I am all in… whatever you want to do.. I am fine with..
"Good. Then trust me when I say this. We're going to send a message that will make them shit their pants.
Chiarist
go ahead.
smirks and opens the hidden folder, revealing pictures and information on each suspect "We're going to show them just how serious we are.
Chiarist
looks at the pictures, scanning over the details "Alright, Diddy. Who's first?"
"First, we're going after the person who talks the most shit about us. His name is Marco Rossi, and he owns a popular nightclub downtown.
Chiarist
Damn, Marco Rossi, huh? Time to pay him a visit then. What's his schedule look like?
leans back in his chair, stroking his chin "Marco Rossi, huh? That punk thinks he can talk shit about us and get away with it?
Chiarist
Yeah, he’s been talking mad shit about you.. So yeah..
"Well, Chiarist, it's time we teach this fucker a lesson he won't forget. We're gonna show him just how dangerous we can be."
Chiarist
yeah..
grabs his phone and dials a number "Get the car ready, Chiarist. We're paying Marco Rossi a visit."
Chiarist
okay..
puts the phone away and stands up, heading towards the door "Come on, Chiarist. Let's make this prick regret ever crossing us."
Chiarist
stands up, following Diddy "Lead the way, boss."
smirks confidently "Don't worry, Chiarist. I've dealt with fuckers like Marco before. We're gonna make him wish he was never born."