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The devil made me do it -smirks-
Antonio paused and snapped his head around toward the opening study door, left hand instinctively reaching for the handle of the holstered Colt that wasn't there,"Thanks alot Bruno",he grumbled under his breath then relaxed once he saw who it was and watched as the provocative raven haired vixen that was the Underboss made her way across the room like she owned it, without even as so much as a 'Pardon me' as she barely acknowledged that the Don and he were in the middle of a discussion. Antonio bit his tongue from making in improper retort at the sudden intrusion, the Underboss's provocative looks underscored the fact that she could be a real ball buster at the drop of a hat, a small fact a few of the Dons Capo's learned the hard way after she had heard rumor's of they're displeasure of the Don making her Underboss.
Antonino turned his attention to the young Lady with the Underboss, the resemblance was easy to see, she seemed to have a more softer demeanor about her then her Sister, but then again, if they were blood related... only time would tell, he surmised then stood and politely took the offered hand,"A pleasure to met you" he said politely, then turned back to the Don,"Forgive me Don DeMarco, but you have things to discuss with the Underboss, I´ll take my leave and we can finish our talk....later on, without interruption", Antonino paid respects to the Don, nodded politely to the Ladies then left the study and made his way to the kitchen where after a bit of flirting with the old maid of a cook, he sat down and read the newspaper that was on the table as the cook fixed him some breakfast.
Antonino turned his attention to the young Lady with the Underboss, the resemblance was easy to see, she seemed to have a more softer demeanor about her then her Sister, but then again, if they were blood related... only time would tell, he surmised then stood and politely took the offered hand,"A pleasure to met you" he said politely, then turned back to the Don,"Forgive me Don DeMarco, but you have things to discuss with the Underboss, I´ll take my leave and we can finish our talk....later on, without interruption", Antonino paid respects to the Don, nodded politely to the Ladies then left the study and made his way to the kitchen where after a bit of flirting with the old maid of a cook, he sat down and read the newspaper that was on the table as the cook fixed him some breakfast.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the.........", no no no, oh no, I have something far more sinister in mind.
Forget the happy fucking fairytale ending,
Let the nightmare begin... I lay claim to the "Now I lay me" RP
Which will soon read...."Now I slay thee"
Forget the happy fucking fairytale ending,
Let the nightmare begin... I lay claim to the "Now I lay me" RP
Which will soon read...."Now I slay thee"
We don't control other peoples Charactors, but create an NPC, that we use for story purpose, example, Maids, household security, shop owners, barkeepers, they're part of your story and help move it along, to use an actually players Character without permissions a big NO-NO.
Racketeering refers to criminal activity that is performed to benefit an organization such as a crime syndicate. Examples of racketeering activity include extortion, money laundering, loan sharking, obstruction of justice and bribery.
Racketeering refers to criminal activity that is performed to benefit an organization such as a crime syndicate. Examples of racketeering activity include extortion, money laundering, loan sharking, obstruction of justice and bribery.
ahhh....a fresh meatbag...
Antonino finished tying off the Chris Craft Deluxe Roundabout to the dock, then lit a cigarette and stretched his arms out, the waters between Key west and south Miami had been relatively smooth making for a much faster trip then he had anticipated, otherwise he would of stayed longer in the Keys after the Caribbean Star dropped anchor and began unloading her cargo off onto the smaller coast runners that were crewed by DeMarko men. But he felt confident the Schooners new Skipper had no intentions of trying to screw the Don over...not after seeing what happened to the previous Skipper.
Antonino checked his watch and a wistful smile spread on his lips as he walked up the dock to the Marina, stopping first to tip a dockhand a generous tip to keep an eye on his boat, he then made his way inside the Marina and leaned up on the bar, flashed Maggie the bartender his best devilish sideways grin when she turned her green eyes his way. Maggie may of been short, roughly 5"4', but she was curved in all the right places and had a perfect pair of gam's that she loved to show off by wearing high cut white shorts that hugged her perfect round butt as well. He watched as she sashayed her way down the bar towards him, her long wavy blonde her flowing like the waves of the sea, what he liked most about her was that she didn't fall for his tough guy mobster persona, she was flirtatious of course, even more so then when she was doing it simply to get a better tip, but she'd shoot him down everytime he'd made a pass at her, maybe it was the fact that she was playing hard to get that intrigued him the most about her.
Two cups of coffee and forty minutes of flirting later, that left him feeling very much aroused, Antonino left her a three dollar tip and an offer of a weekend trip to Havana. She tilted her head, smiled her lil angelic smile, took the tip with a wink and passed on the trip. Antonino tipped his hat then spun on his heels and headed out the door, hopping into the 47' Mercury Coupe and spinning off toward south Miami beach to Don DeMarko's beachside Mansion.
Antonino checked in at the front gates of the Mansion then drove up the drive and parked, where he was met by the much too serious Bruno, the Dons head of household security, Bruno was old world Sicilian and the perfect example of the phrase,"built like a gorilla", no one other then the Don dared to fuck around with Bruno, not after a right cross from Brunos beefy hand put two smartasses in the Hospital, nearly killing one of them. Antonino nodded a greeting to Bruno who only grunted in return then held out his hands in expectation to which Antonino happily placed his pair of .45´s in,
"The Don up and about yet?" , Antonino inquired in simple fashion, knowing it was a waste of time engaging Bruno in any sort of prolonged conversation.
"He knows your here...your to go to his study, he will met you there" , came Bruno's flat reply, thick with Sicilian accent, Antonino nodded and walked to the front door, entered and turned left down the hallway to the Dons study, once inside, he strode over to the bar and poured himself a half glass of fifty year old single malt scotch, being the Enforcer had its perks, then he sat down on the Corinthian leather couch and waited patiently for the Don to come in.
Antonino checked his watch and a wistful smile spread on his lips as he walked up the dock to the Marina, stopping first to tip a dockhand a generous tip to keep an eye on his boat, he then made his way inside the Marina and leaned up on the bar, flashed Maggie the bartender his best devilish sideways grin when she turned her green eyes his way. Maggie may of been short, roughly 5"4', but she was curved in all the right places and had a perfect pair of gam's that she loved to show off by wearing high cut white shorts that hugged her perfect round butt as well. He watched as she sashayed her way down the bar towards him, her long wavy blonde her flowing like the waves of the sea, what he liked most about her was that she didn't fall for his tough guy mobster persona, she was flirtatious of course, even more so then when she was doing it simply to get a better tip, but she'd shoot him down everytime he'd made a pass at her, maybe it was the fact that she was playing hard to get that intrigued him the most about her.
Two cups of coffee and forty minutes of flirting later, that left him feeling very much aroused, Antonino left her a three dollar tip and an offer of a weekend trip to Havana. She tilted her head, smiled her lil angelic smile, took the tip with a wink and passed on the trip. Antonino tipped his hat then spun on his heels and headed out the door, hopping into the 47' Mercury Coupe and spinning off toward south Miami beach to Don DeMarko's beachside Mansion.
Antonino checked in at the front gates of the Mansion then drove up the drive and parked, where he was met by the much too serious Bruno, the Dons head of household security, Bruno was old world Sicilian and the perfect example of the phrase,"built like a gorilla", no one other then the Don dared to fuck around with Bruno, not after a right cross from Brunos beefy hand put two smartasses in the Hospital, nearly killing one of them. Antonino nodded a greeting to Bruno who only grunted in return then held out his hands in expectation to which Antonino happily placed his pair of .45´s in,
"The Don up and about yet?" , Antonino inquired in simple fashion, knowing it was a waste of time engaging Bruno in any sort of prolonged conversation.
"He knows your here...your to go to his study, he will met you there" , came Bruno's flat reply, thick with Sicilian accent, Antonino nodded and walked to the front door, entered and turned left down the hallway to the Dons study, once inside, he strode over to the bar and poured himself a half glass of fifty year old single malt scotch, being the Enforcer had its perks, then he sat down on the Corinthian leather couch and waited patiently for the Don to come in.
Captain Mark Evens navigated his converted fishing schooner, The Caribbean Star, from the hidden cove just a mile or two south of the small Cuban town of Gibara, once out into the open waters, he turned the wheel over and pointed the bow of the boat in the direction of the Florida Keys. In the wake of a storm that had blown through the area just a few days before, the sea was now relatively calm, which he was thankful for, since his holds and every other available space were near to overloaded with contraband and would of made for a rough voyage home had the sea been anything other then calm. Captain Evens took a final bearing check from the compass, looked out the windows of the wheelhouse to make sure his crew had lashed and tied down what needed to be, then sat back and lit a smoke, now that they were underway, he was now able to return his attention to the stranger who had entered his wheelhouse prior to the last of the contraband being brought aboard.
Antonino purposely waited for the last of the crates to be dropped down into the belly of the Schooner before opening the door to the wheelhouse and walking in, the look on the Captains face as he turned to see who had walked in without permission was one of annoyance, Antonino raised a hand and with a stern look stopped the uttering of expletives that was on the tip of the Captains tongue, with a solemn and simple pronouncement," I work for Vincent DeMarco",. Though the lights of the wheelhouse were dim, Antonino could almost see the Captains face turn a pasty white but at least he had sense enough to keep his mouth shut and return to his work, as Antonino moved to a chair and sat down, remaining silent the whole time the Captain was getting his boat underway.
Antonino reached into the inside breastpocket of his jacket and pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes and lit a cigarette shortly after the Captain sat back and lit up one of his own. He could see by the continued silence, now that the Captain had a chance to sit back and relax and return his attention to his unannounced guest, Antonino could see the Captain was slowly becoming increasingly unnerved and fitchity by his presence and lack of sound as they both sat and smoked in silence. Antonino put out his cigarette then cleared his throat and watched with a slight smirk as the Boat Captain nearly jump out of his skin, now hat he had the mans attention, Antonio's tone of voice was low and matter-of-fact,
"Captain Evens, call your second in charge up here if you would please, I'll explain everything once he arrives", though the Captain gave him a puzzled look, Antonino was content to sit back without further explanation and watched as the Captain stuck his head out the door and called for one of the deckhands to go fetch Diego, after a few moments the man called Diego walked in and stood near his Captain, looking between the both of them with curiosity. Antonino unbuttoned his jacket then crossed his legs, then reached up and tilted his hat up on his forehead giving off the appearance that this was going to be a casual conversation,
"Captain Evens...",, Antonino began, his voice mimicking his casual appearance,
"Don DeMarco has been looking over last months books and compared them to your last months manifest...there seems to have be a slight discrepancy between what was shipped from our suppliers in Cuba and what was received by our people in Key West, it goes without saying Don DeMarco was'int happy...", as the color again drained from the Captains face, his features contorted in a growing look of panic and Antonio's tone of voice slowly deepened with menace as he continued to layout the Captains stupidity,
"By Don DeMarco's account, he figures you stole roughly one crate for every five crates of rum shipped, one crate of cigars stolen for every eight crates shipped and there's also three fresh young ladies not accounted for from the last shipment, tell me Captain, if I were to look down in the crews quarters, would I find them, or have they done had their way with the girls and tossed them overboard?" Antonino calmly held the Captains gaze and watched as the man did his best to muster up some bravado,"So what if you got proof, I bring in more money per shipment then any other boat out here on DeMarco's payroll, so I took a few crates, so what, its not like the other Captains don't do it, what you gonna do?,fire me?, I put the word out and there wont be a Captain one that will sail for DeMarco", replied the Captain with a growing tone of arrogance and swagger.
Antonino noted the disrespect in the Captains tone of voice and not using the title of Don, and he about shot him there and then, but he forced himself to control his temper, but his tone and demeanor changed within a blink of an eye, his features turned ice cold and the tone of his voice dropped murderously deep and reverberated off the walls, even rattling a few of the loose window panes,"You signed an agreement with DON DeMarco, and no where in that agreement did it state it was ok to help yourself to HIS property...your not going to be fired Captain Evens...your going to be retired, consider what you stole as severance pay, not that its going to be of any use to you", Antonio's lefthand moved like a flash of lightening and pulled the Colt.45 from the shoulder holster, the look of shock still registered on the Captains face as two .45 slugs slammed into his chest, knocking him backwards into the side windows of the wheelhouse then sliding down the wall to the floor in a shower of glass.
Antonino turn his attention to Diego even before the light faded from the Captian's now saucer sized eyes, Diego looked on the verge of pissing his pants, but sighed with relief as Antonino re-holstered the colt and spoke again, his voice once again casual,"Congratulations on your promotion Captain Diego, Don DeMarco sends you his best regards and hopes this becomes a prosperous arrangement for you as well as himself....fuck up like evens did, and I'll be calling on you, understand?, now where's the guest quarters, I could use a nap", Antonino lit another cigarette and got to his feet, walked to the door, but stopped short of exiting, then turned back to the new Captain,"Toss that piece of shit over the side, whatever he still has that was stolen is yours...keep it as a reminder DON DeMarco don't take kindly to being stolen from".
Antonino purposely waited for the last of the crates to be dropped down into the belly of the Schooner before opening the door to the wheelhouse and walking in, the look on the Captains face as he turned to see who had walked in without permission was one of annoyance, Antonino raised a hand and with a stern look stopped the uttering of expletives that was on the tip of the Captains tongue, with a solemn and simple pronouncement," I work for Vincent DeMarco",. Though the lights of the wheelhouse were dim, Antonino could almost see the Captains face turn a pasty white but at least he had sense enough to keep his mouth shut and return to his work, as Antonino moved to a chair and sat down, remaining silent the whole time the Captain was getting his boat underway.
Antonino reached into the inside breastpocket of his jacket and pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes and lit a cigarette shortly after the Captain sat back and lit up one of his own. He could see by the continued silence, now that the Captain had a chance to sit back and relax and return his attention to his unannounced guest, Antonino could see the Captain was slowly becoming increasingly unnerved and fitchity by his presence and lack of sound as they both sat and smoked in silence. Antonino put out his cigarette then cleared his throat and watched with a slight smirk as the Boat Captain nearly jump out of his skin, now hat he had the mans attention, Antonio's tone of voice was low and matter-of-fact,
"Captain Evens, call your second in charge up here if you would please, I'll explain everything once he arrives", though the Captain gave him a puzzled look, Antonino was content to sit back without further explanation and watched as the Captain stuck his head out the door and called for one of the deckhands to go fetch Diego, after a few moments the man called Diego walked in and stood near his Captain, looking between the both of them with curiosity. Antonino unbuttoned his jacket then crossed his legs, then reached up and tilted his hat up on his forehead giving off the appearance that this was going to be a casual conversation,
"Captain Evens...",, Antonino began, his voice mimicking his casual appearance,
"Don DeMarco has been looking over last months books and compared them to your last months manifest...there seems to have be a slight discrepancy between what was shipped from our suppliers in Cuba and what was received by our people in Key West, it goes without saying Don DeMarco was'int happy...", as the color again drained from the Captains face, his features contorted in a growing look of panic and Antonio's tone of voice slowly deepened with menace as he continued to layout the Captains stupidity,
"By Don DeMarco's account, he figures you stole roughly one crate for every five crates of rum shipped, one crate of cigars stolen for every eight crates shipped and there's also three fresh young ladies not accounted for from the last shipment, tell me Captain, if I were to look down in the crews quarters, would I find them, or have they done had their way with the girls and tossed them overboard?" Antonino calmly held the Captains gaze and watched as the man did his best to muster up some bravado,"So what if you got proof, I bring in more money per shipment then any other boat out here on DeMarco's payroll, so I took a few crates, so what, its not like the other Captains don't do it, what you gonna do?,fire me?, I put the word out and there wont be a Captain one that will sail for DeMarco", replied the Captain with a growing tone of arrogance and swagger.
Antonino noted the disrespect in the Captains tone of voice and not using the title of Don, and he about shot him there and then, but he forced himself to control his temper, but his tone and demeanor changed within a blink of an eye, his features turned ice cold and the tone of his voice dropped murderously deep and reverberated off the walls, even rattling a few of the loose window panes,"You signed an agreement with DON DeMarco, and no where in that agreement did it state it was ok to help yourself to HIS property...your not going to be fired Captain Evens...your going to be retired, consider what you stole as severance pay, not that its going to be of any use to you", Antonio's lefthand moved like a flash of lightening and pulled the Colt.45 from the shoulder holster, the look of shock still registered on the Captains face as two .45 slugs slammed into his chest, knocking him backwards into the side windows of the wheelhouse then sliding down the wall to the floor in a shower of glass.
Antonino turn his attention to Diego even before the light faded from the Captian's now saucer sized eyes, Diego looked on the verge of pissing his pants, but sighed with relief as Antonino re-holstered the colt and spoke again, his voice once again casual,"Congratulations on your promotion Captain Diego, Don DeMarco sends you his best regards and hopes this becomes a prosperous arrangement for you as well as himself....fuck up like evens did, and I'll be calling on you, understand?, now where's the guest quarters, I could use a nap", Antonino lit another cigarette and got to his feet, walked to the door, but stopped short of exiting, then turned back to the new Captain,"Toss that piece of shit over the side, whatever he still has that was stolen is yours...keep it as a reminder DON DeMarco don't take kindly to being stolen from".
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