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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 12:17:22 GMT -6
"Does everyone need to be after something to get a drink with you? I'm after nothing, Bub. I only want a drink with the person in charge of this," Nikki said as she pointed to the golden party. "This has impressed me, Korso. I knew you were powerful, but not this powerful. And is it so bad that I just want a drink with the man I wanted to meet tonight? Cause if so, you just loss lots of respect from me," She said as she let go of his belt loop. She gave him one look. A small, seductive look. As if begging him to just take her offer. Korso stopped and scanned the room, noticing all the happy faces, even the drunk ones. For the first time in the longest, he'd never seen so much joy in one place. He'd seen so much death and destruction for the past few years, and tonight was supposed to be the night the city as a whole would bury its past and move forward. For the most part it seemed like it was working, yet the host himself could not let go of his anxiousness. The fear of betrayl, of danger towards him and his family, plagued his mind, even in the midst of celebration. He even had to break away from Aurora and the rest of the party at one point to be by himself, and now he was losing out on an oppoortunity to know more about this gutsy woman. Her strong words and actions was everything he liked in a good woman, something he wished his daughters would model after. But then there was business. He wanted to meet with Dante and have a quick chat...but maybe he wouldn't mind waiting just a bit. "Business or pleasure?" thought Korso, who studied his watch, and then the woman's hips. The little brain "downstairs" was now calling the shots: "Guess I could spare a minute or two," said Korso, who rushed to her side and placed a hang on her lower back. Before he knew it he was moving towards the bar. "Maybe this is a bit of both business and pleasure. I mean, c'mon, she may be a 'rat' after all, so I best try to get as much info outta her as possible," thought Korso, trying to justify his actions. Just like before with John and Aurora, his men at guard saw him coming and immediately tossed some drunks from their seats and made room for them. "One condition," said Korso, lifting his index finger as he sat, "I think I should know my adorin' fan's name."
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 14:23:37 GMT -6
~*EVENT WILL BE CLOSING SOON*~ Do no worry, all of you will be able to finish their plots here. <3
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 14:37:37 GMT -6
Dante held back a sigh. "I'm sorry, but duty calls," he said before bringing Aria's hand up to his lips and leaving a kiss on the back of her hand. "I'll just have to take a rain check on our date," he said in a whisper as he smirked at her and gave her a wink. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, all right?" he said before giving his farewells to Aria and Aurora. Walking with the men, Dante headed up to the office to wait for Korso. THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE AFTER KORSO'S CONVERSATION WITH NIKKI
"Korso reached the fourth floor, his private penthouse. His presence startled the guards who were in the middle of playing a card game on the floor. At once, they stood at attention while Korso walked by, scattering the cards as he stepped through. At the end of the hallway was his office room with Dante standing outside. "Sorry fer the wait, kid, got caught up with something," said Korso with a tired voice. He unlocked the door and entered the dimly lit room. He assumed his seat behind his desk and opened one of the desk drawers, pulling out a glass bottle of scotch. He poured some in a little shot glass, then flagged Dante over and pointed to a chair in front of the desk. "Want some?" he asked, showing him the bottle. Without waiting for a response, he poured Dante a glass and pushed it to the edge of the desk. "To one hell of night," said Korso, toasting the glass in Dante's direction, then consuming it. With a sharp hiss from the burning taste, Korso wiped his lips and nodded. "I'll keep it quick, since we got a party still in swing. First...what'cha think of the party so far?"
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Post by Dante Valentino on Jun 25, 2017 15:44:55 GMT -6
Dante held back a sigh. "I'm sorry, but duty calls," he said before bringing Aria's hand up to his lips and leaving a kiss on the back of her hand. "I'll just have to take a rain check on our date," he said in a whisper as he smirked at her and gave her a wink. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, all right?" he said before giving his farewells to Aria and Aurora. Walking with the men, Dante headed up to the office to wait for Korso. THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE AFTER KORSO'S CONVERSATION WITH NIKKI
"Korso reached the fourth floor, his private penthouse. His presence startled the guards who were in the middle of playing a card game on the floor. At once, they stood at attention while Korso walked by, scattering the cards as he stepped through. At the end of the hallway was his office room with Dante standing outside. "Sorry fer the wait, kid, got caught up with something," said Korso with a tired voice. He unlocked the door and entered the dimly lit room. He assumed his seat behind his desk and opened one of the desk drawers, pulling out a glass bottle of scotch. He poured some in a little shot glass, then flagged Dante over and pointed to a chair in front of the desk. "Want some?" he asked, showing him the bottle. Without waiting for a response, he poured Dante a glass and pushed it to the edge of the desk. "To one hell of night," said Korso, toasting the glass in Dante's direction, then consuming it. With a sharp hiss from the burning taste, Korso wiped his lips and nodded. "I'll keep it quick, since we got a party still in swing. First...what'cha think of the party so far?" Dante leaned against the wall as he waited for Korso. He tried not to seem impatient, but he really hated that he had been pulled away from Aria. His mind kept going back to how she said they were on a date. A smile came on his features at the idea. I know she was saying it to get Ms. Lêvæ to leave us alone, but still... I'm holding her to it. His smile turned into a smirk. After waiting a while longer Korso finally came into view. Dante stood up straight as he walked up to the office door. At his greeting Dante nodded before following him into the office. Dante took the offered scotch, he smirked at the toast, lifting his glass. He gulped down the alcohol, enjoying the burn down his throat. It was the first strong drink he had all night and he enjoyed it immensely. "I'll keep it quick, since we got a party still in swing. First...what'cha think of the party so far?"Dante licked his lip as he set the glass down on the desk. "Well... I haven't seen much of it, being stuck backstage and all," he said as he leaned on the desk, crossing his arms. "Look, I get ya don't want others to catch on that I'm your second... But why was I stuck backstage all night? That's a rookie's job, ain't it?" he asked as he still felt miffed about being stuck there most of the night. "But, yeah, once I got relieved I enjoyed what little time I had out there." Part of him wanted to let him know how upset Aria was with how Korso reacted to her falling. But he knew better, it'd be brought back to Aria and she'd most likely be furious, not to mention Korso might take it the wrong way. Dante wasn't a father, so he didn't fully understand how Korso's mind worked with his daughters, but he knew how his mind worked as the Don. Kroso might take some ideas from him about things concerning the mafia, but never anything acting as a father. Not that I had a real role model for that either... he thought before pushing his thoughts aside. "How do you think it's going? I noticed on my way up here that you had some of the guards watching someone."
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 16:20:11 GMT -6
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE AFTER KORSO'S CONVERSATION WITH NIKKIWith a sharp hiss from the burning taste, Korso wiped his lips and nodded. "I'll keep it quick, since we got a party still in swing. First...what'cha think of the party so far?" Dante licked his lip as he set the glass down on the desk. "Well... I haven't seen much of it, being stuck backstage and all," he said as he leaned on the desk, crossing his arms. "Look, I get ya don't want others to catch on that I'm your second... But why was I stuck backstage all night? That's a rookie's job, ain't it?" he asked as he still felt miffed about being stuck there most of the night. "But, yeah, once I got relieved I enjoyed what little time I had out there." "How do you think it's going? I noticed on my way up here that you had some of the guards watching someone." "That's a rookie's job, ain't it?"
Koros shot his eyes at Dante. "You call protectin' my daughter a rookie's job?" he asked, almost growling, but the tingling brought on by the alcohol couldn't keep him mad for much longer. With a sigh he rolled his hand, as if to say "please continue." "But, yeah, once I got relieved I enjoyed what little time I had out there. How do you think it's going?"The Don nodded slightly. " It's a hit. But I've worked years to get to this point. I lost count of the necks I had to squeeze to get here. And yet...it seems to me that you want to just, I dunno, jump in...have a good time...without alllll the work an' effort." The atmosphere became tense and hostile as Korso's stone-like expression projected displeasment. " You wanna have fun? You wanna be the Don someday? Earn it!" His fist slammed the desk, nearly knocking over his bottle. He sighed and wiped his face. "...'Sides, the other fellas would get suspicious if I were to let a runt like you have his fill of the place while they've been guarding the place since noon. If we're gonna shoot ya to the top we gotta give ya some opportunities to shine, an' trust me I'm workin' on it." The room fell to silence before Korso eventually answered Dante's other question: "I noticed on my way up here that you had some of the guards watching someone."
"My men been holdin' them back from fightin'...but now that the crowds startin' to dwindle down I think I'm gonna make my move." He shifted some papers around on his desk until he found a photograph of both Dean and Salvatore that were taken very recently in public, then pushed them to the other end of the table. "From what I heard, they may have potential. An' one day when yer the boss yer gonna have to keep your eye out for potential, ya know. There's no 'help wanted' signs in this business after all."
He studied his reflection in the glass bottle and fixed his hair. "Before that though...I gotta ask: how ya feel 'bout helpin' me out with a lil job?"
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Post by Nikki Valli on Jun 25, 2017 16:41:23 GMT -6
"Does everyone need to be after something to get a drink with you? I'm after nothing, Bub. I only want a drink with the person in charge of this," Nikki said as she pointed to the golden party. "This has impressed me, Korso. I knew you were powerful, but not this powerful. And is it so bad that I just want a drink with the man I wanted to meet tonight? Cause if so, you just loss lots of respect from me," She said as she let go of his belt loop. She gave him one look. A small, seductive look. As if begging him to just take her offer. "Business or pleasure?" thought Korso, who studied his watch, and then the woman's hips. The little brain "downstairs" was now calling the shots: "Guess I could spare a minute or two," said Korso, who rushed to her side and placed a hang on her lower back. Before he knew it he was moving towards the bar. "Maybe this is a bit of both business and pleasure. I mean, c'mon, she may be a 'rat' after all, so I best try to get as much info outta her as possible," thought Korso, trying to justify his actions. Just like before with John and Aurora, his men at guard saw him coming and immediately tossed some drunks from their seats and made room for them. "One condition," said Korso, lifting his index finger as he sat, "I think I should know my adorin' fan's name."Nikki kept walking away, not really waiting for Korso to give her an answer. He was either gonna come with her, or let her go. But when she heard that he could spare a minute or two, she smirked. She felt his hand place itself on her lower back, making her look up at him. The smirk staying on her lips. "Looks like you keep my respect," Nikki said as she walked with him to the bar. She watched how the man at the bar tossed drunks away and made room for her and Korso. This made her eyebrow raise. She loved how fast men moved away from Korso, but she wondered if it was a bad thing at how fast they move. "One condition,"Nikki looked at his finger before looking at him. He asked for her name and she leaned back. She then pushed his finger down with her hand, gently of course. But she was making a point that she didn't like it when people used the index finger with her. That was her job. "One, I like scotch. Two, my name is Nicole, Nicole Valli. But please, call me Nikki," Nikki said with a smirk as she waited for him to order her drink. With this she leaned forward and placed her hand on his knee. "And let me help you with your suspicions. If I wanted to take you down, I would've done it by now. I'm an assassin, and I have had plenty of hits for you. But I know who runs this town, and I'm not about to make enemies," Nikki stated as she knew that anyone like Korso would still be on guard. Normally she wouldn't have said this, but she wanted to work with him. She wanted to become his assassin. She was tired of dealing with people who didn't pay good enough. She needed to provide for herself, and she knew Korso would want hire someone as skilled as her.
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Post by Dante Valentino on Jun 25, 2017 16:45:41 GMT -6
Dante held his hands up as he shook his head. "I didn't mean it like that, Mr. Korso..." he said, but didn't argue.
His jaw set a little when Korso started talking about he felt Dante just wanted to have fun. That wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be the Don in the future. He didn't fight for it to just take it easy, he wanted the challenge. When Korso slammed his fist on the table, Dante remained silent, trying to keep his breathing even. He was starting to get riled up and he knew he'd blow everything he worked for if he started yelling at Korso now.
Actions spoke louder than words, it wouldn't matter how much he said he wanted to be the Don...
He had to show it, prove it with his actions.
"...'Sides, the other fellas would get suspicious if I were to let a runt like you have his fill of the place while they've been guarding the place since noon. If we're gonna shoot ya to the top we gotta give ya some opportunities to shine, an' trust me I'm workin' on it."
Dante's eye twitched a little at being called runt, but he kept his thoughts to himself as he dropped his hands to his sides. Slipping his hands into his pockets he leaded off of the desk as Korso spoke of the potential recruits.
A smirk came over his features, thinking of his own recruitment. "Understood."
He raised his eyebrow at Korso asking him to help out with a job. "You know I ain't ever passing up on a job, Mr. Korso," he said, meaning it. He loved the jobs he got to do, especially if they were along side Korso in some form.
Only reason he hadn't been pleased with the job he had that night was because he stupidly had been fantasizing of having the whole night with Aria. It was a silly thought and one he kept to himself because he sure as hell not ready to ask Korso if he could court his youngest daughter.
If I do that now, he might just kill me... Or worse, exile me from the city...
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 16:53:52 GMT -6
"One condition," said Korso, lifting his index finger as he sat, "I think I should know my adorin' fan's name." "One, I like scotch. Two, my name is Nicole, Nicole Valli. But please, call me Nikki," Nikki said with a smirk as she waited for him to order her drink. With this she leaned forward and placed her hand on his knee. "And let me help you with your suspicions. If I wanted to take you down, I would've done it by now. I'm an assassin, and I have had plenty of hits for you. But I know who runs this town, and I'm not about to make enemies," Nikki stated as she knew that anyone like Korso would still be on guard. The moment she mentioned 'assassin,' Korso already had his other hand on his pocket that held his gun...but she spared herself with the praise that followed. Only then did he notice her hand on his knee. "Bein' awfully sweet to man like myself; ya got a death wish, or somethin'?" asked Korso as he ordered the drinks, internally regreting his decision to sit with her. When their drinks arrived, Korso snatched up his and took a sip before looking back at Nikki. "I'm gonna be blunt Ms. Nikki: I don't feel too comfortable 'bout havin' an assassin in MY city who doesn't run with my pack, ya feel me?" He chugged the rest of his drink, licked his lips like a serpant, then stared back at her uniquely grey eyes. "I like yer style, doll, but I'm not too sure it clicks with my city's vibe."
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Post by Beatrice Harris on Jun 25, 2017 16:57:10 GMT -6
Cruella halted in her step upon the sudden approach taken by Beatrice towards her. The two had been bitter rivals ever since she could remember. In all honesty, Cruella herself could not really remember why exactly the two had turned out to be so upset and agressive towards one another. If anything, it felt completely and utterly petty, but it was just what the two of them actually were: old women, petty about life and bitter about its sweet injustices. In actuality, they had little to no better thing to do with their free time. What came out of Beatrice's mouth, however, seemed to be pushing her over the edge. She stood silent for a second, staring at her rival for a while, as if the darkness was starting to fade away into obscurity upon being confronted with what was probably her biggest pains. She knew she had a big hand in crippling herself and ruining the many years she had ahead of her, but she did not need people gloating about it. Her fist suddenly clenched, her large cigarette stick snapping in two as her entire being began to shake in place, as if smoke was coming out of her eyes and mouth. "Oh, truly, dear?" she spat out, her question filled with poison while glaring at Beatrice. "Well perhaps you'd like to talk about how you were oh too old when you were but a child? I may have lost my chance in the spotlight, but you never had it, darling. And you know what?" she hissed, walking closer to Beatrice, now inches away from her. "There are more ways to damage a spine than in a car accident."One word came to the hotel owner's mind after Miss De Vil's most recent retort, and that word, although it was quite vulgar, was damn. Did she find satisfaction in always having to have the last word? Was it a pastime of hers to put everybody she came across down? Did she enjoy torturing the Sato girl or the African American woman when she was in her employ? What was she to gain from all of this? Probably to boost her already inflated ego.... Beatrice's eyes twitched again, imagining the other ways in which the egomaniac's spinal cord could have been snapped as easily as twig. "Well perhaps you'd like to talk about how you were oh too old when you were but a child? I may have lost my chance in the spotlight, but you never had it, darling."
"I never had it?" Mrs. Harris repeated and stepped closer towards the black and white haired woman, "I never had it?!?" She repeated louder, but just as loud enough not to attract any more attention towards herself. She then stopped herself. Any attempts to defend herself would only prod De Vil further and they'd be here for near eternity. When vaudeville would be dead and they'd both be on the bottom, laughingstocks to a new generation. After taking a deep breath, she headed for the door. "Before I mean, Miss Close, I would like to say a few things. I still have everything I had all those years ago, only it's all a little bit lower." Her cane rhythmically clunked onto the floor with every step. Beatrice turned around again and smirked, "Secondly, fame is going to be the cataclysm of our country's downfall. That will be all." And with that remark, she exited the Moonlight Lounge and went back to her hotel.
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Post by Nikki Valli on Jun 25, 2017 17:07:12 GMT -6
"Maybe I do," Nikki said, replying to him asking her if she had a death wish. She took a sip of her scotch before looking at the bartender and giving him a little three dollar tip. She raised her glass to him before she looked back at Korso. A smirk came back to her lips as he stated his blunt fact. He then chugged his scotch and told her how he felt with her in the city's vibe. She stared at him for a moment before a laugh escaped her lips. She took another sip of her scotch. Red lip marks stained the glass. Nicole then sat the drink down gently.
"Do you honestly think I care if I fit in with your style? I started my business because I needed to provide for myself. And it pays good. So if you don't like me being out of your pack, then make a deal with me. Hire me. That's honestly why I came out here tonight. I'm tired of fools who can't pay their dues. A lady like me needs some luxuries. And even if you don't want to hire me, make me stop my business, I won't do it. So let me be blunt now. I am not your typical type of woman, Korso. I do not keep to the ways of being a lady, I do not prance around begging for someone to come and provide for me. Nor do I have a Dad courting me," Nikki said as she gave a little jab at him, "I make my own rules. So tell me you won't hire me, tell me to get out of your city.. I mean it when I say I won't leave. And you would never be able to catch me. I know your men too well. After all, I did kill a few. Though in my defense, I didn't know they worked for you until it after. So you really can't kill me," Nikki said as she stopped for a moment and took another sip her drink. She was now leaning close to him, making sure their conversation was more private.
But as he was fixated on her, she was able to swipe the little gun he had hiding. And the only reason she knew he had a gun, was because of how his hand instantly went to the pocket of his. So now her hand with the gun was on his shoulder, dangling behind him before she leaned back with it hanging by her finger. Showing it to him.
"Because I can be as sneaky as you," Nikki said as she now looked at the gun, "And here is some more proof I mean no harm. I could've killed you right now, but I don't believe in making orphans of your daughters." Nikki said as her seductive expression faltered into a ice cold glare as she looked back at him. She then placed the gun on his lap before chugging the rest of her scotch and leaning back into her chair.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 17:11:30 GMT -6
He raised his eyebrow at Korso asking him to help out with a job. "You know I ain't ever passing up on a job, Mr. Korso," he said, meaning it. He loved the jobs he got to do, especially if they were along side Korso in some form. Only reason he hadn't been pleased with the job he had that night was because he stupidly had been fantasizing of having the whole night with Aria. It was a silly thought and one he kept to himself because he sure as hell not ready to ask Korso if he could court his youngest daughter. If I do that now, he might just kill me... Or worse, exile me from the city...With a pleased look, Korso rubbed his finger across his upper lip. "What you need is an image, kid. Ya want people to see that you have strength, the guts to do a job. You already have my support, but what about Elias? Phillip? Adam? Eugene? Jack? And all the rest? You're gonna have to earn their respect the hard way."
Korso grabbed a box from under his desk and lifted the lid to reveal a brand new revolver. "Dante...next time we catch a snake...I'm gonna ask someone to put a bullet right in its head," said Korso, tapping the space between his eyes. "Before anyone has an opportunity to speak, I want ya to just step up an'...do it right there...in front of everyone."
The Don leaned back in his chair, but kept his gaze on Dante, awaiting his answer.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 17:28:08 GMT -6
"Because I can be as sneaky as you," Nikki said as she now looked at the gun, "And here is some more proof I mean no harm. I Could've killed you right now, but I don't believe in making orphans of your daughters." Nikki said as her seductive expression faltered into a ice cold glare as she looked back at him. She then placed the gun on his lap before chugging the rest of her scotch and leaning back into her chair. During the Mafia wars, Korso had lost a lot of great men. He made sure retribution rained on their killers, even after they had surrendered. Anyone welcomed into the Marcello "family" was considered just that: family. Now this mysterious woman was telling him straight to his face that she had slain some of them, yet was asking for a job. "The nerve..." he thought, wishing he was alone with her in a back alley somewhere. Yet, somewhere in his heart, there was an ounce of respect for her openess...her will to get what she wanted. Korso was starting to consider his options, but felt safer with his hand on his gun...except it wasn't in his pocket. Instead, Nikki had it in her hand, toying with the fact that she could've ended his life at any moment. It was a rare sight: Korso with fear in his eyes, but it didn't last long. When she rested the gun back on his lap, he immediately concealed it, then eyed the woman through the corner of his eyes. "I knew you were after somethin'," he said, stroking his goate. "How does next weekend sound? I got a private booth for the 'Phantom of the Opera.' We can discuss business there, got it?"
Face forward, staring off to the collection of drinks behind the counter, he added, "An' don't even think 'bout icing anybody until then either."
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Post by Dante Valentino on Jun 25, 2017 17:34:04 GMT -6
"What you need is an image, kid. Ya want people to see that you have strength, the guts to do a job. You already have my support, but what about Elias? Phillip? Adam? Eugene? Jack? And all the rest? You're gonna have to earn their respect the hard way."
He was right and Dante knew it. He needed the respect and fear they looked at Korso with. The only way to do that was to not hesitate to be cold and unforgiving.
The new revolver glinted up at him in the light. Glancing back up at Korso, Dante took in what he was saying. Don't let anyone else take the shot, don't even indicate you're about to do it, just do it...
Dante took the gun out of the box, feeling it in his hands before flipping the cylinder open to check the bullets. Each round was full with a brass bullet. Clicking the revolver closed, he lightly spun it on his finger before taking out the old gun he had in his shoulder holster under his suit jacket, replacing it with the new one. "Point me to the snake," he said with no hesitation. He'd kill any bastard that thought they could sneak into the lion's den without consequences.
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Post by Nikki Valli on Jun 25, 2017 17:38:59 GMT -6
"Just not what you thought I was after," Nikki said as her smirk came back to her lips. Korso then said next weekend he was seeing Phantom of the Opera in a private booth, and that they were to talk business there. She tilted her head back as she crossed her legs, liking the sound of this. He then proceeded to tell her that she would not kill anyone before then. This made her eyebrow raise once more before she looked at the waiter and order a Martini. To which she asked to be a bit hard with the alcohol, and to give her only two olive. This was her last drink of the evening. When she received it, she took a sip and ate a olive.
"Pay me and I won't," Nikki said as she looked back at him, "I need to have some money to last me the week. I had two appointments next week, I would need to get paid to deny them. Cause like I said, I need to provide for myself," Nikki said as she now hustled Korso a little.
If anyone could hear the exchange, they would be quite surprised at how Nikki was. She didn't hesitate to demand something out of Korso. She held no fear of the man. This was probably because she made sure to know self defense and other tricks to get away from him if she made him mad. Nikki was a unique woman, and she pride herself with it. And if she was going to have to deny two honored clients of hers, she was going to have to get paid for both of them. Her respect for Korso would not get in the way of that either.
She leaned forward again, putting her hand on his leg. Though this time it was a bit higher on the high, a bit close to his crotch. She then leaned forward, her lips gently grazing his ear. "I would need four hundred dollars or more to deny my respected clients," Nikki whispered in his ear.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 17:50:56 GMT -6
Dante took the gun out of the box, feeling it in his hands before flipping the cylinder open to check the bullets. Each round was full with a brass bullet. Clicking the revolver closed, he lightly spun it on his finger before taking out the old gun he had in his shoulder holster under his suit jacket, replacing it with the new one. "Point me to the snake," he said with no hesitation. He'd kill any bastard that thought they could sneak into the lion's den without consequences. Korso chuckled, amused by the young man's spirit. It reminded him of his old days, except now he could be there to mentor Dante and teach him the necessities of being a Don. Pulling the trigger was only the first step, but at least the lad was showing some confidence. "In time, Little D," said Korso, standing up to stretch out his arms. "I'll let you know when, but now I need ya to make sure that clumsy daughter of mine is all right. I'll leave her in yer care for now. She usually hates havin' a guard, but yer like a brother to her, so it should be fine." Korso made his way around the desk and patted Dante on the shoulder. "If anyone asks...this was just a check-up meetin', nothin' more," said Korso, expecting Dante to comply as he always did in the past. "That'll be all." With that said, the opened the door to allow Dante out. This time his men in the hall were still at attention, and the cards were left untouched. "Beat it, runt," said Korso, loud enough for them to hear.
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