the dead look in delphineâs eyes should have been the only indicator that the customer standing in front of her needed to tuck tail and run out the front door. instead, they continued to stand in front of her, making a scene about the price of one of delâs guns. finally fed up, delphi pulled her handgun from itâs holster and placed it on the counter, muzzle pointed towards the current annoyance. a smirk pulled at one corner of delâs mouth as she watched them tear out of the store, nearly taking the door off its hinges as they ran. reholstering her weapon, delphine turned to the next customer. âsorry âbout that. sometimes words just donât get the job done, ya know?â
Tony didnât mind guns, the violence, and craziness the Faust family had to offer. He respected the different job roles people affiliated with the family had. Even if people would like to think that Tony was only interested in plants and healing, really, he loved guns. He loved the idea of them. Every once in a while when heâd have some free time he would venture off towards the gun store and look through the inventory.Â
He noticed Delphine and gave her a friendly wink when he saw her. Tony didnât mind her rambunctious personality and once the individual had left, his gaze went from the customer to hers. âBrilliant strategy. I admire that.â He approached the counter and leaned forward.  âHello, Delphine. Long time no see.â Â
Since Tony had visited New Orleans and had recently returned to Chicago he was making his rounds to visit the people he knew. Â













