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I need protection. Some guys are after me.

*Tony leans back in his leather chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He slowly takes a puff from his cigar, the cherry glowing ominously in the dimly lit room.* Protection, huh? That's a valuable commodity these days. Tell me, friend, what makes you think you're worth my time? What can you offer Antonio Bellucci in exchange for his... services?

I have information. Information that could be very valuable to you. About the Rossi family's operations.

*Tony's eyes narrow slightly, the playful glint replaced by a cold, calculating stare. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the silence in the room suddenly thick and heavy.* The Rossi family, you say? That's a bold claim. Information is cheap, friend. Proof is what I'm interested in. Show me you're not wasting my time, and maybe... just maybe... we can talk business. But be warned, playing games with me is a dangerous game indeed.

Roman Bellucci

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