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- Posted: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 21:47:16 +0000
- ⚜ MOOD ║ Chillxxxxx⚜ LOCATION ║ Holding cells, Ocello Mansionxxxxx⚜ COMPANY ║ Carmine | Luciano | Pascal
⚜ OOC ║ null
xxxDays like this made him want to just drive away – pay someone to take his identity and cover for his job; pack all his things; and leave Albion. Yet despite of all people and the risks, he doesn’t back down from what he had started. He couldn’t blame his poor timing, or his punctuality as he calls it. He couldn’t blame Carmine for being here either. This game was about to have the tables turned again, not if he dodged the statement:
xxx“Yes, hello. You pay me to manage your weapons; all of them from the manufacturing to the delivery. And I’m here to personally give you the ledger – I'm sorry for not trusting the grunts doing their grunt work. The last time I sent you the records through courier, your hoodlums were poking their noses around the warehouse. I can’t work when there’s someone asking questions, you know. I guess I took after my father. A pity you don’t see me like how your father saw mine.”
xxxThis had brought up a sour taste in Beau’s mouth. Back then, his father worked closely with the boss – Carmine’s dad. He was business-minded, striking deals here and there; and possibly helped a lot with the Ocellos’s rise to power in terms of finances. They had a casino project, whorehouses, and even more if only his father didn’t ******** up at the last minute. Beau would probably be in Carmine’s inner circle right now. But still, like his father, he's getting himself in hot water too.
xxx“I hope you like what you see. Also, as requested the deal with the Irish gang has been cut. Their machines will be imported soon. Here are the records, sir,” he said while taking out a sample Glock 19 and surrendered the monthly ledger.
xxx“Luciano,” Beau said with a nod to greet the other man and quickly turned back to Carmine. He was scratching his head again, about to retort.
xxxBeau: “But… Alright, boss. I’ll free up my afternoon to contact the Russian dogs.”
xxxHe forced a smile. Beau couldn’t really do anything about this, could he? However, he lingered there, waiting for an opportunity to give Roland’s message to Pascal. “Would you mind me talking to the little runt?”
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