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“This just ain’t right, Nyxie,” Joshua Cavalio said with a frown, his pleasant face contorting with poorly-repressed frustration “the big families are supposed to be sacred, untouchable like, but in just a few -fucking- days we’ve lost Eddie Martovanni and Carmella Santoni.” 

Nyxvira nodded understandingly, nibbling on a spoonful of chocolatey [i]Gwaed Gwartheg[/i], all the while maintaining perfect eye contact.

“Things ain’t supposed to be this way,” Cavalio rambled on “and it's got everyone scared shitless.” 

“This will all blow over, honey,” Nyxvira promised in her most nurturing tone, placing one hand softly on top of Joshua’s “there isn’t a man alive who could take on the italians and win. Everything will go back to the way it was, you’ll see.”

Joshua let out a sigh, allowing his body to relax ever-so-slightly, whilst he leant back in his cafe chair, drawing some small comfort from the pleasant cafe atmosphere. 

“That shit you pulled with Andreas really fucked Mister Dante off,” Joshua gave a nervous little laugh, lowering his voice,  just in case anyone sitting nearby was a secret italian spy “if anyone from the family knew I was talking to you...” 

“They won’t.” She vowed, rubbing the back of his hands with her plump fingers. 

“Its this Judas fella,” Joshua babbled “I’ve heard of crazies, but this guy's a complete section eight. There’s no rhyme or reason to him, Nyxie; he’s a fucking psychopath. He’s just as likely to waste one of his own as he is one of ours, but he’s still got people lining up to kiss his goddamn feet. They’re scared of him, Nyxie, and the more I hear about Judas, the more I understand why.” 

“He’s a madman,” The Faerie nodded “but that’ll be his undoing. Once the fear wears off, the other Hanged Men will drop him like a bad habit.” 

“I dunno, Nyxie…” Joshua muttered. 

He paused, sweat beading down his forehead. 

“But anyway, enough about my problems.” Joshua said with a forced smile. 

[i]Fucking finally[/i]. Nyxie thought. [i]He’s lucky he’s cute.[/i]

“Are you sure you’re okay to talk about this, sweetheart?” She asked with false affection.

“Yeah,” the gangster said, seemingly in an attempt to assure himself as much as his companion “best to take my mind off of things, you know? It's good to focus on something that isn’t about this mental war.” 

“Only if you’re sure, sweetie.” 

“I am.” 

“Alright, then. I know you’ve done well for yourself since you joined up with the Italians, but I also know you still keep up with some of your old contacts, from before.” 

Joshua’s eyes narrowed slightly. 

“Yeah.” 

“Excellent,” Nyxie grinned “What are the chances of you getting me a meeting with Ruzghul Elfchewer?”