Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Jul 15, 2011 18:06:56 GMT -5
"I just need more time!"
Hector brushed a piece of lint from his jacket and looked at the shaky man in front of him. "I've given you three extensions already Lionel,"
"I know, I really appreciate that! I'm still a couple grand short and I need just a few more-" Hector signaled Luciano casually and the owner, Smithfield, was cut off. Luciano fitted his brass knuckles and swung hard. Smithfield's pudgy face rippled and gashed open with impact.Smithfield fell to his knees, clutching his face, groaning loudly. Blood and spit dripped from his swollen, split lip, dripping onto the floor. Hector stepped back slightly to avoid getting dirty and folded his hands behind him.
"Mr. Smithfield, I am going to give you one last chance. $55,000 by 7 o'clock tomorrow night," Luciano punctuated Hector's words with kicks and punches, pushing Smithfield into the floor mercilessly. "If you do not have it all by the time I come back here, there will be a consequence," Hector stepped around Smithfield's body towards the desk. On it sat a small picture frame, the image inside being one of Smithfield and his two daughters. Plucking it up, Hector cracked open the back of the frame and took the picture. Folding it, Hector addressed Smithfield again, "I'll be taking this. See you tomorrow night," Ending with a casual salutation, Hector exited the office but not before giving Luciano stern orders to situate Smithfield.
Stepping into the main part of the club, Hector wrinkled his nose in distate. It smelt of perfume and sweat and too loud music blasted. There was a woman dancing on stage, leaning forward to let a man stuff money into her bra. Hector ignored all of that and went to the bar. Sitting on a stool, knowing that Luciano would be a good hour, Hector decided to pass the time with a stiff drink. Ordering a gin and tonic, Hector kept his eyes trained on the bottles of liquor before him, not the mirror. He had no need to watch some pathetic bird dance like that.
Hector brushed a piece of lint from his jacket and looked at the shaky man in front of him. "I've given you three extensions already Lionel,"
"I know, I really appreciate that! I'm still a couple grand short and I need just a few more-" Hector signaled Luciano casually and the owner, Smithfield, was cut off. Luciano fitted his brass knuckles and swung hard. Smithfield's pudgy face rippled and gashed open with impact.Smithfield fell to his knees, clutching his face, groaning loudly. Blood and spit dripped from his swollen, split lip, dripping onto the floor. Hector stepped back slightly to avoid getting dirty and folded his hands behind him.
"Mr. Smithfield, I am going to give you one last chance. $55,000 by 7 o'clock tomorrow night," Luciano punctuated Hector's words with kicks and punches, pushing Smithfield into the floor mercilessly. "If you do not have it all by the time I come back here, there will be a consequence," Hector stepped around Smithfield's body towards the desk. On it sat a small picture frame, the image inside being one of Smithfield and his two daughters. Plucking it up, Hector cracked open the back of the frame and took the picture. Folding it, Hector addressed Smithfield again, "I'll be taking this. See you tomorrow night," Ending with a casual salutation, Hector exited the office but not before giving Luciano stern orders to situate Smithfield.
Stepping into the main part of the club, Hector wrinkled his nose in distate. It smelt of perfume and sweat and too loud music blasted. There was a woman dancing on stage, leaning forward to let a man stuff money into her bra. Hector ignored all of that and went to the bar. Sitting on a stool, knowing that Luciano would be a good hour, Hector decided to pass the time with a stiff drink. Ordering a gin and tonic, Hector kept his eyes trained on the bottles of liquor before him, not the mirror. He had no need to watch some pathetic bird dance like that.
