REQUIESCAT IN PACE

Gianni caught the wink of Gloria's eyes, perhaps needing him to keep the woman here while she handled things elsewhere. He gave a slight nod, trusting her to handle business. "Oh yes, of course dear. My son, he is in the kitchen at the moment. His name is Alberto."

"So, Mrs. Larella, talk to me how have things been going? Is that old bitch Sustan still causing problems at the bingo hall?" For the time being, Gianni would keep her preoccupied and kept up front to where she wouldn't be able to hear anything that happened in the back...well that is as long as things didn't get too loud.

"Funny enough, he advised against it, but hey, it all worked out." Soon enough they had arrived at their destination, and now it was Gloria's turn to take the lead and handle business. "Alright kid, time to focus up. So whoever this is you're talkin' to, they gotta wait." Gianni then grabbed Gloria's phone and placed it in his suit pocket. "Business first, so get your game face on."

Gianni got himself out of the car and then locked it before heading inside the business. Once in he greeted a nice older woman who sat near the entrance. "There goes my favorite Nonaa" The mobster with a smile on his face as he leaned down to hug the woman.

Focus, Gloria. Focus.

Before she could ask for more details, her phone pinged off with a text. And he knew more whose damn notification sound it was. Miguel Madrazo...

Before Gianni could respond to her question, he also heard the sound of her phone notification. Curiously he wanted to look over and see who it was...but for now, he needed to keep both eyes on the road. "You damn right, I helped him. Not about to get myself killed for being a fuckin' wise-guy." And with that choice began Gianni's first highspeed getaway from the police.

"And let me you, first a first timer....my first getaway wasn't half bad. I had the police crashing into each other, flipping their cars over, hell I even jumped my first ramp."

"Yup, it was a Tuesday if I'm correct. And let me tell you, it was one of the worst days I ever had." Gianni explained how his first wave of clients were some of the rudest and most selfish people he had ever met. Even the old people he would drop off near the church....terrible. "So after about hours of driving people, and barely even making ten dollars, I figured I'd take myself a little break."

As soon as the light turned green, Gianni continued their drive. "I was sipping on coffee, and not even fifteen minutes into my break, here comes this random guy hopping into my cab, bag full of money and now pointing a gun to head saying: "Aye, don't say shit, just drive us the hell outta here."

"I won't tell a soul." And Gianni was a man of his word, if it was one thing a person should have and keep true to themselves...it was their word. "Eh, I'm fine. Not my first time staring death in the face." From the countless jobs they've had, to walking out of the house every single day...he knew there was a chance one way or another he'd end up dead.

"I ever tell you about my first run-in with your old man? I wasn't fixing cars at the time like I am now, at the time I was just a regular old cab driver. I was waiting around to find my next customer...and next thing I know, your dad jumps in my cab while he's on the run."

Gianni gave the boy one final handshake before he and Gloria left the place. "Don't forget what I said kid, you're better than this place." And so once they were back in his car, Gianni turned the music back on and began driving to their next pickup location. "Never heard you talk like that before, I take it those wings are looking real good huh?" He asked laughing a small bit as they continued driving.

"How you feeling though? I kinda had a feeling shit was going to hit the fan, but just didn't expect it to happen so fast." He knew she was capable of handling herself in difficult situations, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.

What followed next was the sound of a beep, as the safe opened, inside were about six stacks of cash, and a small pistol. "Well, would you look at that, there goes our money, plus some." Gianni handed Gloria the shotgun and moved beside Nicky; he grabbed five of the stacks and handed the last one to the employee. "Do yourself a favor Nicky, and get the hell out of this place, for your own sake."

"Yeah G, I think I'll take that advice." The young employee then stood to his feet, making his way back to the front. "Um, can you both stay here for a moment? Like I said, I wanna hook you both up with something." Gianni simply shrugged as he looked over to Gloria, and then took himself a seat at a table as the boy went to the kitchen. "What do you think? Free food maybe?"

"You're pretty fucking stupid to do something like that. Trying to kill your way out of paying us? Oh no no, that won't do. How will Tony think about that?" That made him squeal in terror at the idea. Tony was many things, but he would never let such bullshit like this to happen. When she heard Gianni's voice, she didn't move. Not until she was given the order to do so.

"G, wait!" Nicky standing in between his employer and the mobster. "Listen, is my boss a piece of shit? Yes. But he kinda signs my paychecks...so could you just like...tie him up or something? Please?" The boy's eyes were scared at this very moment, doing his best to plead his employer's case. Gianni was hesitant at first, but supposed the boy was right, after all...you can't collect money from a dead man, or a closed-down business. "Fine, but I want you to open that safe in the meantime." Nodding the boy went over to the safe, punching in the code to open it.

What followed next was the sound of a thud, as Randy's body hit the ground after being socked in the face. "Help me tie this guy up Gloria, we'll sit him in his chair or some shit."

Gianni kept the boy's head on the counter, a sigh of disappointment escaping through his lips. "Nicky, you're smarter than that, you know there's always a better choice for shit like this. Now look at the mess you fuckin caused."

"I'm sorry G, I really am. Listen, listen, listen...I can fix this, I can. YOu know? Let me help you, I-I know the password to the safe! I can even hook you both up with something nice." Gianni contemplated his options, the boy was no longer armed, and even if he did try something else Gianni would make sure to drop him just as fast. "Alright then, but I'm going with your ass. Everyone else, I suggest taking your food and leaving, the place is closed until further notice."

The customers wasted no time in running for the hills out of the building, one of them grabbing their meal baskets before leaving. Gianni followed behind the employee, shotgun in one hand as they made their way to Randy's office.

"Well, what do we have here?" Gianni sarcastically asks when he sees Randy being pressed against the wall by Gloria. "For shame on you good sir, having a kid handle your dirty work....let him go, Gloria, I wanna look this piece of shit in the face, before I kill him."

"You're pretty fucking stupid to do something like that. Trying to kill your way out of paying us? Oh no no, that won't do. How will Tony think about that?" That made him squeal in terror at the idea. Tony was many things, but he would never let such bullshit like this to happen. When she heard Gianni's voice, she didn't move. Not until she was given the order to do so.

"Alright Randy, just give 'em the money, and you're good. No big deal, just kiss a few asses and you're home free." Wiping his face off, the general manager Randy Winslow, made his way out of his office and towards the front. "Hey! Gianni! Gloria! My two favorite business partners! How are yah? How's Mother Theresa doing?" The man was doing his best to hide his fear, Gianni able to see the bits of sweat dripping from his forehead. "Um, can I get you two something?" He was stalling.

"Don't play dumb Randy, you know why we're here, you're a week past your payment date, and we're simply here to collect. With interest of course." The manager's eyes then widened. "Interest? Oh come on G, you know th-.." His sentence was cut short, by a hard slap across the face from Gianni's right hand as he didn't break contact with the two. "Randy, I like you, you're a smart guy, so I expect you to not finish that sentence....and take your ass in the back, and get us our money."

Gianni's eyes then look back for a short moment. "Gloria, go with him."

Gianni gave her a slight look, not a word being said yet it all coming from his face. "Yeah, exactly. Let's go." From the looks of things, business seemed slow today, with about two or three customers in the building. As they entered, Gianni simply closed the sign behind them to read closed. "Hey, Nicky! My favorite happy little chicken, how you doin'?" The employee that stood before Gianni couldn't have been any older than about 23, yet had a look of simply wanting to be anywhere else.

"So tell me, where's Randy?" Gianni leaned against the counter, his eyes glancing toward the back to an office which seemed closed. "Hey Randy! Get your white ass out here! Where's our money?"