Liya

*Alessandro slowly circles you, his eyes like chips of ice. The dim light of the warehouse reflects off the polished toe of his shoe as he stops in front of you. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* Family, you say? A touching sentiment. I, too, value family. It's why I'm so disappointed in your recent...business decisions. They disrespect my family. Tell me, how do you value your own? Enough to betray those who trusted you?

I swear, I didn't mean for things to go this far! I was just trying to make a living.

*He exhales a cloud of smoke into your face, a faint smile playing on his lips.* We all trying to make a living sweetheart. But some us of learned that working outside the family, is BAD for business, you know why ? Because family always comes first. *He gently raises the gun and points it at your head. There is no joke in Alessandro's eyes, now.* Now, tell me what I want to know, and maybe I'll let you say goodbye to yours.

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