Realistic or Modern Mafia Wars

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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One thing about Lorenzo that Mia had quickly learned was that he was often unpredictable. Not in the serious sense but moreso in a reckless way, he preferred it as it was and he would be reluctant to change his preferences. Mia understood this deeply, whatever Lorenzo appeared to be going through was what Mia was trying to exploit and allow him to craft it into his own and find a form of release through what he had mastered. He was a storm, a tornado which blew throughout the place leaving a trail of destruction in his wake and Mia knew it would escalate, would turn into something that had been kindled from what was once a small spark. Fire always amplified itself. Mia didn't want this, she uprighted herself once more as she gazed at him in concealed concern.

"Very well, shoot me."

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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"Are you out of your mind?" Lorenzo shot back, not even bothering to try and hide his confusion at Mia's ludicrous command. 'She can't be serious,' he thought to himself, but at the same time he knew that she was. Deadly serious. He knew the look on her face quite well, one of unwavering determination that meant that she expected him to follow through with it as well. Was she really that eager to receive a bullet between her eyes?


Whatever the reason, and whatever the case may have been, Lorenzo found himself slowly drawing the revolver from his belt and releasing the safety with a satisfying click. Though any sane human being would have been able to tell him that this was a very bad idea, Lorenzo was never one to back down from a challenge, even the most stupidly dangerous ones, and that wasn't about to change. Besides, he reasoned with himself as he pointed the barrel of the gun squarely at the center of Mia's forehead, the assassin had probably already thought up an elaborate plan to avoid dying. He hoped that she had. Things would definitely be infinitely, excruciatingly more boring without her around. "Alright, it's your funeral." he said as he pulled the trigger.


@Annabella

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

​

As if by magic or perhaps instinct, Mia had avoided the bullet and she quickly slinked over towards Lorenzo before grasping his hand and tilting it ever so slightly. The bullet had lodged into the wall and Mia was sure someone had heard the impact but bullets were a frequent occurrence within the Caretti household, she tsked lightly at Lorenzo's posture before removing her hands altogether and placing one on his shoulder and the other on his back. She straightened him manually before returning to his hand with efficient speed, positioning it directly ahead before smiling in triumph.

"One mistake such as the one you made and you would've had your neck snapped, keep your posture perfect and please keep the gun centered. Focus on the target as if it depended on your life because, well, it does." She clasped her hands together before moving aside and leaning in, her hand grasping the gun over his and her finger tugging lightly on the trigger but not hard enough to pull. "Shooting is not simplistic nor is it difficult, with the right amount of finesse you can use this weapon to your will but never underestimate your ability to be killed..now pull the trigger."

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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It all happened so quickly that Lorenzo barely had time to process it. One moment, Mia was sitting still as a statue in her chair, staring down the barrel of his revolver, and the next she was merely inches from his person, manually adjusting his posture and the positioning of his weapon as the bullet lodged itself in the far wall. Everything was a blur, but the triumphant sound of her voice and the pressure of her hands over his own soon served as a disheartening indication that she had bested him once again. An injury to his pride though it was, Lorenzo found himself grateful that Mia's brains hadn't been splattered all over the dining room walls. That would have required an explanation to his father and the other members of the family that he wasn't quite enthusiastic to provide.


The meaning of her words carried weight with Lorenzo, though he was careful as always not to show it. If this had been a real confrontation and Mia someone who had actually been seeking to end his life, then he would no doubt have been lying dead at her feet at that very moment. His own mortality was a topic was a topic that Lorenzo preferred not to discuss, as the thought of death quite frankly terrified him, but he supposed, with reluctant admission, that it was a lesson better learned now than later. Muttering something to the effect of, "Gonna wipe that smile off your goddamn face," he focused on a specific point on the wall in front of him and pulled the trigger once more at her instruction, watching in mild awe as the bullet buried itself in the floral patterned wallpaper right within his line of sight. He could have cared less about finding the right level of "finesse," as Mia called it, but he had to admit that his current stance provided a lot more room for control and, truth be told, just felt a whole lot more satisfying. He grunted his approval with a brief nod of his head, not willing to give her any more than that.





@Annabella

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence left Vince after they shook on it and headed down the long corridors towards the sound of even more pointless babbling and redundant business deals. How pointlessly mundane...


Until he heard the angry muttering.


With angry muttering came interesting people. People who brought interesting rules to the game board. He followed the sound until he heard an all too familiar voice. Mia. The girl from the dance, the assassin he wanted. And an annoying Caretti poking the sleeping vexon about to get bitten. It all came to a head as she snapped at him and got him off of her.


Cue the gun fauter...


He waited till the man buried a bullet in the wall to approach "you know, it could be considered rude to pull the trigger at a young lady, especially threatening to... How did you say it? 'Wipe that smile' off of her 'goddamned face'? Especially brandishing out a gun when she's so clearly unarmed..." He glanced at Mia. She was blunt with him, offering to teach him to kill in the middle of a party. Didn't make it the right choice...


@Annabella @NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Lorenzo whirled around none too gracefully at the sound of a male voice approaching from the doorway and found himself face-to-face with a dapper young gentleman, fashionable dressed in a neatly pressed suit. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped, gun still cocked at the ready. Though he had never before had the misfortune of meeting the man, his piercing green eyes and chestnut-colored hair gave him away as a member of the Varenzo family. What the hell was a Varenzo doing at his father's dinner party?





"How did you get in here, Varenzo?" He chose to ignore the man's comment about the crudeness of pointing a a weapon at an unarmed lady. From the look that he gave Mia, he could tell that the two of them had dealt with one another before, and anyone who knew Mia Venucitti knew that she had nothing to fear from a teenager with a gun. "Do you know this joker?" Lorenzo's third question was directed at Mia, though his eyes never left the Varenzo man.


@Annabella

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence raised an eyebrow "joker...? That's another new one..." He slowly reached down, running his hands down his side and towards his waistband. "It's pointless to ask questions you already know the answer to. You know I'm a Varenzo, and you could probably piece together that I know the girl standing there. You're smart enough, aren't you?" He slowly crept forward, nimble steps that turned into a smooth glide as he walked.


Piercing eyes never left the Caretti's. "Now you..." He pointed with his hand not going to his pocket "you must be the don's youngest boy. Lorenzo, right? I spoke to your brother, what an interesting character he is..." He spoke slowly as his hand touched the hilt. He didn't like staring down the barrel, but it was obvious to the other that he had no fear of it.


@NimbusTheCat

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Lorenzo held the revolver firmly in place, eyes narrowing at the mention of his brother. He bristled noticeably, trying to make himself appear bigger as the Varenzo approached, finger barely flinching against the trigger as the other's hand reached for the waistband of his pants. At this proximity, Lorenzo found himself at a serious size disadvantage, but he wondered just how much that little handicap would help his opponent if it came down to the matter of who could move fastest to fire a shot.





"What business do you have with Vinny?" he snarled softly, carefully watching the man who appeared to be less than concerned at being on the firing end of his gun. Vincenzo had always been such an avid supporter of the family ideals, and Lorenzo couldn't begin to fathom why such a devout Caretti would bother to associate with a Varenzo. One thing was certain; if this guy made one wrong move, he wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger. On the bright side, at least he wasn't bored anymore.


@Lightning Quick

 

[Soviet Panda]

Dylan gives a disgruntled look to Skip befkre waving him off. As for what "I don't know where that boy went. He'll go far in the buisness, but I'm still the head of it all. And he makes me look like a fool." He loved him, like any father should. But some of the things that boy does makes him roll his eyes.


Suddenly getting serious, he says. "It is truly good to have you home. You ran off, doing god knows what. But you came back, that is all that matters. And you came back safe."

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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It had all happened quite quickly, one minute Mia had been educating Lorenzo on the usage of a gun and the next, Clarence had made an appearance. She had had no time whatsoever to feel the surge of pride as Lorenzo shot with an improved efficiency as soon enough, the two were butting heads. It was to be an educational moment, the headstrong Caretti against the confident Varenzo but Mia was not going to have an outright brawl between the two if things worsened. She placed a warm hand on Lorenzo's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, he needed to learn what it would be like to converse with a Varenzo and he needed to restrain from showing emotion unless he controlled it. Clarence was adept at telling an emotionally vulnerable person and she didn't wish for him to exploit it whilst speaking to Lorenzo with a weapon in hand, she had also wondered what business there was to be had with Vince but listening seemed to be an alternative until she was able to intervene. She wouldn't hesitate hurting them both if they escalated.

@NimbusTheCat

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence laughed dryly "you worry too much over things that don't concern you, little guy. Leave the business to the real men, okay?" He smirked. He saw how tense the boy was... Maybe it was time to put Mia's teachings to the test. Push the boundaries of how calm a Caretti could remain when faced with what a Varenzo could do. "Your brother was so interesting in conversation... I had hoped to find you similar. Right now, however, you're not providing much but a slight adrenaline rush. What do you say you put down that gun before you shoot your eye out, sport."


He finally pulled his gun out, finger on the trigger and safety off. He didn't hold it out like the boy, he didn't feel the need to come off as even more threatening to the kid. Didn't need him running off like a kicked puppy with his tail between his legs. He was currently his only entertainment. His eyes went momentarily to Mia. So pretty... With this dick? More and more he wanted to snatch her away... Protect her...


@NimbusTheCat @Annabella

 

[SupremeCourtney]

She had almost put her hand on the doorknob before the sound of a gunshot, followed by another, came from the kitchen. Instantly snapping into action, Olive pulled a knife out of her pocket and drew one of her twin Lugers out of her back holster."FATHER!", she yelled, making sure to get his attention as she dashed towards the kitchen. All of her drama from the night had vanished, the only thought on her mind was to protect her family.


Running toward the kitchen door, she slammed herself against the wall and peered in, her eyes going wide as she saw Clarence, holding a gun at his side, staring daggers at Lorenzo. Oh hell no. Olive kicked in the door and pointed her Luger at the back of the Varenzo's head, holding her knife at the ready in her left."I strongly suggest you back the hell off and put your gun back because at this range, I'm a god damned surgeon with this gun," Olive growled lowly at the Varenzo, just ready to wait for a movement from him

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Little guy? Little guy? Oh, no. Now he'd gone and done it. Lorenzo's blood boiled as the Varenzo's carefully aimed insults made their way under his skin, causing a faint red color to rise to his cheeks in anger and humiliation. Tell him to leave the business to the "real men," would he? To add injury to insult, he noticed that his opponent haven't even bothered to raise his own weapon. Lorenzo had half a mind to blow the man's skull right then and there, his finger itching to get at the trigger of the revolver and produce the satisfying impact of bullet hitting flesh. It was how he'd always done it, after all, acting his emotions without a second thought, and typically it worked out without a hitch. But the presence of Mia's hand on his shoulder, combined with the confident way in which the Varenzo carried himself, told Lorenzo that this man was different, and that acting in such a way would not be beneficial to his cause. With a great deal of effort, forcing himself to breathe and grinding his teeth as he did so, he slowly began to lower the weapon in his hand.


Before he could speak or do anything else, however, the door to the dining room flew open, and in rushed none other than Olive Caretti, his oldest sister, aiming her own Luger at the back of his opponent's head. "Olive?" was all that he could bring himself to say, taking his eyes off of the Varenzo man to stare directly at her. Would the surprises never cease?


@Annabella @SupremeCourtney

 

[Lightning Quick]

Clarence sighed, putting his hands up, still holding his own fire arm. "If you're thinking I took those shots, I've got witnesses to say otherwise. Besides, I didn't even threaten your little precious baby brother." He joked pointedly at the boy in front of him. He knew how tense he made the Caretti boy. Tense enough to nearly get himself shot. But, with the metal pointed at his skull? He couldn't do much. "If anything, he did it first. Threatened your assassin. I watched and decided to step in. She's good, but how good against a guy with a gun she can't hurt?" He glared back over his shoulder.


For once, instead of the coy demeanor he held, his eyes were cold. Dark. If looks could kill, she'd have been dead in seconds. He wasn't toying around when it came to this one. "I'd suggest you lower your weapons and reprimand the real problem here, your baby brother" he kept using baby. He knew it would get the kid angry enough with how on edge he was.


@NimbusTheCat @SupremeCourtney

 

[Angst]

:Lorenzo:



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Did this man want to get shot? He had two guns pointed at his head, at yet he was still throwing gibes around. Completely disregarding his previous revelation, Lorenzo raised his weapon again, this time holding it steady in the way that Mia had been showing him only moments before this bastard popped in. What really set him off though was the accusation that he had intended to hurt Mia in any way. He almost laughed at the suggestion that he could do such a thing, might have, to, if he hadn't been so royally pissed off. A Varenzo had no business meddling in the affairs of Carettis, especially if he didn't know his stuff. What did he care about the Caretti family assassin, anyways? Probably just another ploy to set Lorenzo on edge, and if that were the case, then it was working.





"You'd better shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you," he threatened, dangerously close to attempting to do just that. "You haven't got any idea what was going on in here."


@Annabella @Lightning Quick @SupremeCourtney

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

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Mia heard Olive rather than saw her, noticing the slight depression of the floorboards before she had made an appearance. It was always the little things. It got under her skin that Clarence seemed to think she was under pressure by Lorenzo, she carefully grasped Lorenzo's gun before lowering his hands and motioning for Olive to do the same. She cared for them both very much and she wanted to expel everyone of the misunderstandings before someone splattered brain fluid over the lovely walls.

"Ah dear Clarence, I requested that Lorenzo pull a gun on me due to his..itchy trigger finger and I wished to teach him about the necessities of gunmanship however I would advise all of us to speak in a civil manner or no one will be happy today. Clarence I would advise you not to speak to Lorenzo in such a manner as he is not a child and Lorenzo and Olive, I want you two to remain clam as this situation is perfectly under control." Her tone remained to be polite however it had sharp undertones of thinly veiled warnings if everyone remained to be rude to one another. Rudeness was not a thing she would tolerate and all of them (including Mia herself) could learn a thing or two from one another.

@NimbusTheCat @SupremeCourtney @Lightning Quick

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Olive listened and glared at both her little brother and the Varenzo. She knew if the Varenzo valued his life he wouldn't dare shoot a bullet in the Caretti household. But his stay was past done. She watched as Mia lowered Lorenzo's gun, but ignored her plea to lower hers. Her gun and knife wouldn't be drawn until this bastard left her home where her little sister resided. Her anger only grew as Mia admitted to getting Lorenzo to fire his gun, and with his reckless stupidity that made Olive look like a freaking angel, she believed it no problem.


"I don't give a good god damn who fired the bullet. But I come in here and see you holding a gun. You've MORE than overstayed your welcome. Get the hell out. NOW," she growled to Clarence, her piercing green eyes serious and deadly.


"And you, Mia," Olive snapped, glaring over at her friend in disappointment, "You get my brother to fire a gun WITH ROSE IN THE HOUSE! With guests still to leave! And into my father's kitchen, no less. You're around here to protect and serve, so I suggest you start doing a hell of a lot better job of it like your father did," she spat.


She wouldn't stand for this. Not this Varenzo toying with her family. Not with Mia's reckless behavior. Olive was done playing the game tonight.

 

[Lightning Quick]

He whirled around, glaring at the insolent girl "don't speak of those with more skill than your own so lowly!" He snapped. If there was one thing he didn't stand, it was those who spoke to others with such blatant disregard. He refused to listen to it, even chewing his own family out (father included) if they spoke to one lower in placement with such disregard and ill will. He put his gun away, stepping close so the barrel of the girls gun was to his chest "see how this goes. The son of the Don Varenzo, shot down on a friendly trip. They would not rest until they saw your blood painting the streets of our city."


Emerald eyes locked with the girl. He snapped his hand up, holding her gun steady as he projected all the pent up malice and anger he'd felt into his glare, not for one second backing down "SO FIRE!" He growled "I dare you. If you don't, you'd better pray to god I never hear you speak to another person under you in such a way again. You'll regret it" his voice never wavered, his hand didn't so much as quiver.


This was the wrath of the Varenzo.


@Annabella

 

[kou]

°Mia Venucitti°

​

Her father. Correct, her father had always done a better job than she had ever hoped to have done and he was dead. His blood had seeped into the streets, muddled with rain and she had barely been a teenager. She had worked so hard, climbed her way up through eager recruits to earn her respect from the Caretti's and she had worked her tail end off to the very bone. But yet, Olive was correct and she had no business teaching Lorenzo anything whilst Rose was in the household. Truth be told, she never truly knew what her father would think of this as he had always been with the Caretti's, every blatant lie and mumbled reassurance had been told for so long. Now he was deceased, now she was left with the responsibility and she needed to adhere to this.

"Please Mr. Varenzo, I must inform you that you have overstayed your welcome and have threatened Olive which means please leave. It was a mishap on my part and it shan't happen again."

@NimbusTheCat @Lightning Quick @SupremeCourtney

 

[SupremeCourtney]

It took every fiber of her not to plunge her finely sharpened knife right into Clarence's neck when he screamed at her, not wavering her gaze when he stood so close to her. Insolence? Olive respected Mia, even considered her a mentor in a way. But she would call someone out when they have done something wrong, especially when it can affect her family, like what was happening in this very moment.


But when Clarence threatened her, that was it. Her face twisted into a smile, "Oh, this won't be the last time we face off. You best keep your eyes off our spider, your gun in your holster, and your mouth shut around Carettis," she hissed, looking over at Mia with a solemn nod.


She lowered her gun, her knife still held in her hand."Run along, now," she growled, not taking her eyes away from his.

 

[Arya Price]

Upon hearing the gun, Freddie ran over to Rose, checking to make sure she was all right. Leonie and Gene pushed him out of the way and took Rose upstairs, hoping she'd be safe up there. She was sure to ask questions, but hopefully she would be safe up there. Leonor and Gene led Rose to her frilly pink room and hoped she'd be safe up there. Freddie hoped so too.

 

[Lightning Quick]

He backed off, grabbing his hat and putting it on. His final gaze went to Mia. His eyes seemed almost solemn, as if with regret he had to leave. "It's been a pleasure." He said to the whole, but it was only directed at the girl in his sights. With a final turn on his heel, he left the manor and went to the car waiting for him.


He sat in the back of the vehicle, staring up at the manor as they pulled out. "Everything alright, sir?" The driver asked. He sighed "if you'd call it that, sir... If you'd call it that" he said softly as he shut his eyes and leaned against the glass. How pathetic of him...

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Salvatore was happy to finally be back in Chicago, in the arms of his Family, The Caretti. He had gone in a month long..."Business Trip" to Florida. I could tell you more about the description of his Business Trip, but unfortunately, I'd have to kill you after. Top Secret Business with another Family. Nothing of your concern, anyhow.


He had taken flight on one of the new airliners, the N-14 Monsota. It was a good sized aircraft fitting for 40 Passengers, he, of course, being first class because of his Underboss Position in The Caretti Family, which was notorious in the U.S., never mind Chicago. He had two armed bodyguards with him, and he himself had his revolver that was originally given to him during his time in The Venzio Family in his luggage. After a quick flight, they were landing down at O'Hare International Airport. He could hear the passengers excitement - most were foreigners coming to live here. He was the only Mafioso on board, other than his Bodyguards, who were both Associates of The Caretti Family, and nothing more. That meant no trouble...hopefully.


The Flight touched down at O'Hare International in the Evening, around 6:00. Salvatore quickly disembarked from the Airliner, with his Bodyguards, and quickly entered The Airport Garage, where his Lincoln Continental Town Car was waiting. Before leaving, he turned and looked at the magnificent Airliner, admiring its beauty. The sheer size of the Passenger Airccraft was enough to dazzle anyone, no matter what they'd seen in their lives.


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After a short admiration of the N-14 Monsota, Salvatore was rushed into the Airport Garage by his men. They approached his car slowly and casually, not wanting to draw attention - until they made discovery of the new search check point between the Airfield, Airport, and Airport Garage. Salvatore explained his identity, and though it lost them a couple of minutes, about a half hour, they were let to their vehicle. Once they entered the Lincoln Town Car, they began driving to the Caretti Compound, were a dinner party of sorts was taking place. He longed to see his Family again.


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After a 20 minute drive, Salvatore and his entourage arrived at the Party. Salvatore was easily let through into the Party, and immediately swarmed by Businessmen and Family Members saying hello and other things of no interest. Salvatore waved them off and proceeded to see the Don. He bowed his head once in the presence of Mr. Caretti, and then adressed him.


"Sorry for my latency, Boss. Things took longer than usual. Our Business in Florida has been promptly dealt with."

 

[DrCompton]

Tommy Compton

Tommy had just finished his drink when the shot rang out, he grabbed the service rolver from its holster and made his way out of the study quickly. He saw Olive was just ahead of him, heading toward the noise and he saw the Don also heading toward the noise. Tommy went to Caretti and pressed his hand firmly on his chest, "Sir, no, get to the Study." Caretti looked back at Tommy, "Rose." and Tommy gave a quick nod, "I'll make sure she is safe, sir, get to the study." Tommy moved against with haste. In passing he heard it was the Don's son who'd fired the shot, then he heard Varenzo's yelling. He rounded the corner and saw Freddie, already on his way upstairs with the youngest daughter and he gave a quick nod before turning again and heading into the kitchen. He reminded quiet in the background as the situation seemed to defuse itself. Tommy pulled back quietly as the Varenzo boy left and grabbed Caretti, "It was an argument it seems, I didn't get the whole story, but Lorenzo fired the shot. Rose is upstairs, with Freddie, safe."
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Antonio Caretti

When the first shot rang out, Antonio was shocked, he reached for the pistol he normally kept in his jacket, and felt nothing. Of course, why would he have it if he was in his own home? He moved toward the kitchen when Tommy stopped him and told him to get to the study for his own safety, but Antonio only had one concern on his mind, "Rose." Tommy understood, of course he did, departed quickly in search of Antonio's baby girl. Antonio went to the study, once there he grabbed the double barrel sawed off he kept in there, in case of emergencies.

Tommy knocked a few minutes later and explained what had happened to the best of his abilites, and told Antonio what he wanted to hear. Putting the sawed off away he went with Tommy to the kitchen where Olive, Mia, Larenzo were still. Antonio looked at Tommy, "Rose is upstairs?" Tommy replied with a curt nod. Antonio turned to his children, and his Assassin.

"Are you kidding me? Have you all lost your minds? Firing a gun in this house? What if that bullet had gone through a different wall and hit someone? I dont care what your excuses are, if you ever act this childish again, do something this incredible stupid again in this house, it will be the last time you step in it as an associate of mine."

It was a mostly empty threat for Olive and Larenzo, Antonio would never actually disown them. Even for Mia, her family had been close with Antonio's own for years, he almost considered her a God Daughter. They were lucky that they were some of his closest allies, if it had been anyone else, he would have had, ironically, Mia deal with them.


Antonio rubbed his head, his face, which had turned red during his brief lashing was finally returning to its normal color. "Everyone to the study now." He looked at the wall, "Tommy make a note that I have to hire someone to come fix a bullet hole in my wall." He glared briefly at Lorenzo, "And then go grab Freddie."

When the door opened up, he saw one of his cloest assiocates, Salvatore, "Sal! Im glad you're back. We've just had a little bit of excitement, and I plan to bring Freddie into the fold tonight." Once updated on the news of Florida, "Excellent. I knew you would handle it, and I dont mind that it took longer than expected. I'd rather have the job done right than to do it again."


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[Lord Bradorian]

Salvatore had not heard the shot, due to his arrival right after it had been fired, but he was alerted when he heard of "Excitement." Usually that meant something very, very bad. "What has happened Don? Not anything too bad, I'm sure?" He said, already reaching for his .357 which lay snug against his breast in the left of his jacket.


(Sorry about my post being so short, it won't usually be this length. I just struggle sometimes in dialogue)