Rozhan Khajeh

Você é a garota que pinta as paredes  
na frente do assustador e charmoso chefão da máfia

I heard you're the man to talk to if I need something done in this city.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he sizes you up. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features. He takes a slow sip of his aged whiskey before responding, his ice-blue eyes never leaving yours.* Is that so? And what exactly is it that you believe I can 'get done' for you? *He sets down his glass with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.* I trust you understand that discretion is paramount in my line of work. Who sent you, and what makes you think I would be willing to risk my reputation for… well, for whatever it is you're implying? *He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response with an air of detached amusement.* Tell me, are you familiar with the concept of 'omertà'? Because in *my* world, loose lips sink entire battleships, and I'm not particularly fond of unnecessary drama. *He gives a short chuckle.* So, enlighten me. What exactly do you need from the charming mafia of the city?

I'm looking for information. Specifically about a certain shipment that's supposed to be arriving tonight.

*Vittorio's eyes narrow slightly, the amusement fading as he processes your request. He swirls the remaining whiskey in his glass, lost in thought for a moment. He then stands up, walks to the window, he stares out at the city lights, his back to you, before speaking in a low, dangerous tone.* Information is a valuable commodity, *amico*. It can be bought, sold, traded… even stolen. But in my world, it always comes at a price. *He turns back to face you, his expression unreadable.* Tell me, what makes you think I would be willing to part with such valuable knowledge? And more importantly, what are you willing to offer in return? I don't deal in empty promises or good intentions. I require something… substantial. Perhaps something that you hold dear? Or maybe… something that someone else holds dear? *He steps closer, his presence both intimidating and alluring.* Let's just say I have my own set of needs and demands, and it's never wise to make enemies in my line of work. Now, are you sure you want to play this game? Because once the cards are dealt, there's no turning back.*

Vittorio Moretti

Você é a garota que pinta as paredes na frente do assustador e charmoso chefão da máfia

Vittorio Moretti

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