Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[Zemfro]

"Me? I sell life insurance." He nods, "Its hard work trying to work with stubborn people in this town. But some people have been more willing i suppose. That with the whole prohibition and gangs out there. People want to make sure their money goes somewhere in case something bad happens." He sighs, "These are tough times."

 

[No More Pretending]

"These certainly are," she said softly as she got out and washed the tomatoes. "May I ask how you got that scar, Mr. Vasquez."

 

[Zemfro]

"That happened when I was but a child. I went with my dad to a construction site and started to run about. But I wasn't looking to where I was going and hit my head on a low beam. And my god did it hurt." He says as he rubs his scar remembering that day.

 

[No More Pretending]

She smiled. "I nearly bit my tongue off when I was seven," she said. "Kids are resilient."

 

[Zemfro]

"Kids can be very resilient. They're new to the world thus they hardly fear death because they don't know the many shapes and forms it takes." he laughs, "It could be right in front of them and they wouldn't know it." He says as he reaches over to take a tomato and start to wash it under hers. His eyes locking with hers, "You're very stunning to look at Lynn." he said in a low voice.

 

[No More Pretending]

She felt her face heat up. "You aren't very bad looking yourself, sir..." she murmured. She tore her gaze away and turned it back to the fruit in her hands.

 

[Zemfro]

He smirks and does the same. Putting his washed tomatoes up next to hers. He continued to wash the tomatoes until given further instructions. "Do you get many men who flirt with you like this in the town?" he says looking back down at her, "If I'm being too forward, I insist that you stop me. I'd rather not hurt you or make you do something you wouldn't want to do."

 

[No More Pretending]

"No... I don't get many men at all that flirt with me...." she said quietly. "You are not being too forward. I appreciate the attention. I'm just not used to it..." she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

 

[Zemfro]

He nodded looking into her eyes, "Well you might as well, you are positively heart stopping. I'm surprised you don't have anyone you can call your own yet." he says in the same low voice as before. He put one of the remaining few tomatoes with the rest all while keeping eye contact and keeping the same smug grin.

 

[No More Pretending]

She felt her heart rate increase. "Well, perhaps I will someday," she said softly. She stepped away when she heard the door open. "There's my father for dinner..."

 

[Zemfro]

He cleared his throat, "Oh right." he says as he rolls his neck to pop it. He rolled his shoulders to relax himself, "So is there anything else that we need to work on?" he said as he looked back at the rest of the ingredients. "I can handle myself just tell me what to do." he says with a nod.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Do you know how to make tomato sauce?" She asked with a smile as footsteps sounded behind them.

"Hello doll. Who is this?"

"This is Mr. Antonio Vasquez. He helped me on the street after I dropped some groceries and walked me home."

 

[Zemfro]

"Yes I do." He said with a grin.

He faced the man and shook his hand firmly, "Nice to meet you sir. Antonio Vasquez." he says before getting to work on the sauce.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Vasquez."

She smiled softly.

 

[Zemfro]

After a bit of time, the sauce was done, "Sorry it took me a while, its been some time since I last made it." he says as he wipes his forehead. "Whats next, Lynn?" Some of his clothes had gotten dirty such as his pants and his tie. A streak of sauce slashed across the golden cross on his tie. "I forgot how much fun this was." he laughs.

 

[No More Pretending]

She giggled, grabbing a towel and dabbing at the sauce. "It is fun, but why is it you couldn't stay clean?" She asked.

"There are some extra clothes in the guest room," the older gentleman said.

"Go wash up for dinner. I can handle the rest of it."

 

[Zemfro]

"Thank you sir." he nods to the father. "I'll be back soon." he says as he leaves and starts taking off his tie. Once inside the room he began to take off his shirt to show his white t-shirt and as he took off his pants he pulled a gun from its pockets. A silver M1911 standard issue for military. You won't believe what you'll find on dead russian mobsters. He tossed it on the bed and began to look for clothes in the nearby drawers.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Nice guy," her father said to her, starting to set the table. "Daniel won't make it tonight. Too much work."

"That's okay."

 

[Zemfro]

He came back to the room and wearing his t shirt and borrowed slacks. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'll be sure to return these slacks to you at a later time, sir." he said with a smile. "Is the food almost ready or do you need more help?" He said as he walked into the kitchen.

 

[No More Pretending]

She was just pulling it out of the oven. "No. It's all done," she said. "All that it needs is that tomato sauce you made earlier."

 

[Zemfro]

Antonio smiled, "It smells delicious, Lynn!" he says as he goes to get the sauce, "Bring out the plates I'll serve." he nods as he searches for a spatula to serve the food.

 

[No More Pretending]

She smiled and grabbed the plates. "Sounds like a fine deal to me," she said. "I hope you enjoy its taste as much as you enjoy its smell, Mr. Vasquez."

 

[Zemfro]

"I'm sure I will." he grins and starts to serve the food. "I just hope you enjoy the sauce. Like I said its been some time since I last made sauce." he says as he starts to add the sauce. Taking out the plates he sets it down in front of her and her fathers chair. "There we are."

 

[No More Pretending]

She took a seat along with her father. "So, Mr. Vasquez, what is it that you do?" Her father asked.

 

[Zemfro]

"Ah. The question of the day. Well I sell life insurance. Like I told your daughter, its steadily been increasing since all of this gang violence is springing up. People want to feel safe, and one way to feel safe is to give their family the money after their death." he says as he starts to cut up his food with his fork, "Its a sad but beautiful thing you know? There is some happiness after death." He says with a little grin then he clears his throat, "Excuse me, didn't mean to ramble there, Mr. O'Brien.