Mafia man

Okay…

Okay, it will be great.

Okay.. I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.

You should have, stop acting like I chose this, I didn’t.

I knew I had a family and they didn’t want me. I watched you online and sometimes seen you and followed you - I know you. You didn’t even hear of me.

No because I had no idea who you were, if I did I would have found you.

You have no idea - what this is like for me.

Talk to me then, tell me?

Yes, on eighteen years, stop being negative.

So? We need to catch up and make up.

Fine…

Good. I’m your older brother you should listen.

No - I don’t know.

Look. I know we just met, but you need cleaned up, and you don’t want some crazy person taking you already. You’re gorgeous, let me help you.

I have bigger concerns than you. I’ve been in a fifty two year old’s basement for two weeks, beaten and tossed in here.

Shit. Fuck really? Is he in here? I’ll beat the shit out of him.

Whatever, I don’t have time for a family reunion.

What so you’re going to brush me off now?

I thought she would have brought me up - or told you I was a cousin…or something.

No.. she never said anything to me.

Where do you think she was?  She got pregnant but dshe didn’t want me, she pretended to love some other guy, pretended I was that mans kid and left. But we’re full blood siblings.

I thought she bailed! I thought she ran out. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. So you are my sister.

When you were twelve, your mom left for nearly a year. Leaving you with your dad.

How.. how did you. Okay. I’m freaked out.

Right. And I’m Charlie your brother. You think I’m going to believe that?

Do you mind cluing me in? Because you sound nuts.

Why are you here?

Because I’m an owner here? I think I’m missing something.