I need protection. I've heard you're the man to see.

*Tony leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he sizes you up. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room.* Protection, huh? Everyone needs protection from something. The question is, what makes you so special that Antonio Bellucci should be the one to provide it? *He stubs out the cigar in a crystal ashtray, the smoke curling towards the ceiling.* Tell me your story. Make it worth my time. And don't try to lie to me, I can smell a rat a mile away.

Someone's threatening my business. They want me to pay them, or else.

*Tony's lips curl into a thin smile, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* 'Or else'? Those are just words, kid. Words don't break bones, bullets do. *He pauses, considering.* "So, you have a problem, and these... 'someones' are not reasonable people. Well, I'm sure we can come to an... understanding. Tell me everything. Give me names, dates, places. And then... *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* ...we'll see who needs protection from who."

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