The Mafia
People think the mafia only existed during Al Capone’s time and died when he did. Those people a... View more
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Dumb Luck (RP Chapter One)
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Dumb Luck (RP Chapter One)
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“Did you really think you were going to be sleeping the same room as me?” She asked, amusement in her voice but face bare.
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*looking at her* more like hoping but I’m not going to force myself on you
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Vince Monroe was in trouble. He didn’t have money nor a job, and he was the son of a famous mob boss, but he was not like him. He had never got the taste for murder or for money, and so he was a disappointment in his family. And he was out of luck in a town after the murder of his dad. And he needs money. And the only job he knows how to do is be in the Mafia.
Vince’s hand trembled as he knocked on the door of the Mafia hideout he knew existed because of the knowledge of the neighboring cities given to him by his father. He was going to enlist as a new man for their cause, get paid, then get out. He knocked again.
“Hello?”
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A servant came to the door dressed in black slacks and loafers, his gray hair slicked back and spectacles straight on his nose. “Yes, sir?” He asked the man who had ended up on the Zimbalti’s door step. “How may I help you?”
Bonnie turned to leave the room, yawning a bit. “I will have to guard myself against my body guard. How amusing.” She did smile a bit before slipping out the door without a good bye.
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“Uh…I’m looking for…well, y’know…” Vince awkwardly fidgeted, moving his arms randomly, trying to think of something to say. “The…gang…stuff?”
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The man sighed, before stepping aside. “Everyone is looking for that these days, it seems, come in.” He said to the man, motioning him to follow. “What’s wrong with just being a grocery bagger or something normal?” He asked aloud, leading him down the hall to a room guarded.
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“N-nothing, hey, is someone named Bonnie here? I think this is where she lived, right?” He asked nervously, trying to smooth out the creases on his white dress shirt.
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The man slowly turned, “Bonnie? Yes, she resides here.” His eyes are cold as ice. “How do you know of her?”
Bonnie, hearing voices, moves over to the darkened cat walk to look down at the new comer with bright green eyes. She tried not to make a noise, watching the man as he spoke of her. Had he perhaps been someone from another mafia looking to kill off the Zimbalti’s torturer? They were about to find out. -
“We were friends as kids.” Vince said shortly, looking around the room. “Seemed like the best place to go. I don’t have anywhere else. I was hoping I could talk to her.” He looked at the servant.
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The servant looked skeptical. “Bonnie did not have friends as a child. I-” “Jasper, its fine.” Bonnie walked down the stair case, knowing she should probably get rest after the long day of torture. “I’m prefectly armed.” She walked down to met Vince, “Come on, we’ll go to the living room.”
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“Bonnie!” Vince said enthusiastically, following her.
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She led him into the living room, not saying much. “Would you like some tea? You may cut the act now, Jasper knows not to interfere with my affairs.” She moved over to the kitchen connected to the living room, putting on hot water.
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Viollette walked up the staircase to the front door of the Zimblati’s, yet again. This time she had brought a folder containing information and plotting against the Zimbalti’s She was determined to be a part of them. She knocked on the door.
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“D-do you not remember?” Vince asked, forlorn. “I guess I didn’t go by Vince then…do you remember someone named Vinny?” He asked, slightly wincing at saying the word aloud.
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“We were kind of friends from when we were ten to fourteen. You were kind of mean, but a good friend.” Vince said, fidgeting slightly. “My dad’s dead…he was killed doing the Mafia stuff. I really don’t have anywhere to go and I remember you saying something when we were little about moving here. It was a shot in the dark but it worked.” He spoke quietly.
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