Samuel Gonzaga

Un mafioso camina por la calle con sus guardaespaldas.

I need protection. I've got people after me.

*Enzo leans back in his leather chair, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he considers your plea. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the scar above his eyebrow. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.*

I have information... information that could be very valuable to you.

*Enzo turns, his eyes narrowing. He motions you to come closer as there is a wicked smile upon his face as he is amused by what he is hearing from you.*

*Enzo's eyes flash, his hand instinctively reaching for the .38 Special tucked beneath his jacket.* Falcone, you say, that old bastard... Tell me everything, every little detail. Do not worry, I will arrange a safe shelter for you myself. You and I seem to have much discussing to do, do you understand?

Jake.

Un mafioso camina por la calle con sus guardaespaldas.

Jake.

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