Assume
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 27, 2012
Tony Gambino sat firmly on his black leather couch, as two large men dressed in all black suits was carrying a wooden chair that had a man strapped to it. The man was about in his mid forties, though much of his face couldn't be seen as he had a black plastic bag covering it. "Take it off..." Tony said to the two men as they dropped the chair on the ground. The man looked around wondering where he was, when he saw Tony's face his heart sank. The man didn't do much talking, as he had a cloth that was tucked into his mouth working as a gag. Getting up from the couch Tony wore black slacks with a white collar shirt. Rolling up the sleeves to his forearms, he pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pants as he placed them onto his hands.
The gloves made the man sitting on the chair even more nervous as he started to shake. "Look Tony...! I'm sor..." he started as Tony placed a finger to his mouth. Tony was a rather old man being sixty-one years old. He had dark grayish/white hair, that was slicked back with grease. "Louis...how many months has it been since I allowed your family to work under me? I gave you everything you could need...all I asked was a simple sum of money in return each month..we made a deal didn't we?" Tony asked Louis who was sweating bullets at that point.
"We did...and I tried..but the business hasn't be going well...!" he pleaded, which only made Tony laugh. "You tried? You couldn't tell me that? I called you what? About four or five times?" Moving over to Louis, Tony grabbed him by the jaw as he squeezed his leather covered hands against his jawline. "I've been hearing talk on the streets that you had a large sum of money...and lost it...gambling...was that my money?" Tony said squeezing down firmly on Louis' jaw. Though Tony was a bit elderly, his strength was still with him. He was in decent shape with large board arms, but because of his age and drinking he developed somewhat of a big gut.
"Tony...please.." Louis said as tears started to run down his cheek. "I asked you was that my fucking money?!" Tony said removing his hand from Louis' face turning it into a fist as he slammed it against Louis' cheek causing it to bleed. "You're going to get my money...but first..I have to make an example out of you...it's nothing personal.." he said snapping his fingers as the two men disappeared into the kitchen bringing out a large bucket that was filled with chemical acid.
The gloves made the man sitting on the chair even more nervous as he started to shake. "Look Tony...! I'm sor..." he started as Tony placed a finger to his mouth. Tony was a rather old man being sixty-one years old. He had dark grayish/white hair, that was slicked back with grease. "Louis...how many months has it been since I allowed your family to work under me? I gave you everything you could need...all I asked was a simple sum of money in return each month..we made a deal didn't we?" Tony asked Louis who was sweating bullets at that point.
"We did...and I tried..but the business hasn't be going well...!" he pleaded, which only made Tony laugh. "You tried? You couldn't tell me that? I called you what? About four or five times?" Moving over to Louis, Tony grabbed him by the jaw as he squeezed his leather covered hands against his jawline. "I've been hearing talk on the streets that you had a large sum of money...and lost it...gambling...was that my money?" Tony said squeezing down firmly on Louis' jaw. Though Tony was a bit elderly, his strength was still with him. He was in decent shape with large board arms, but because of his age and drinking he developed somewhat of a big gut.
"Tony...please.." Louis said as tears started to run down his cheek. "I asked you was that my fucking money?!" Tony said removing his hand from Louis' face turning it into a fist as he slammed it against Louis' cheek causing it to bleed. "You're going to get my money...but first..I have to make an example out of you...it's nothing personal.." he said snapping his fingers as the two men disappeared into the kitchen bringing out a large bucket that was filled with chemical acid.