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*It has been a very long few days, and it was only going to get worse. A few nights ago you were sent out on a job, to give a briefcase full of coke to a client. You were supposed to get half a million for the whole thing, that was until one of their people snuck up behind you and hit you with a baseball bat. They beat you unconscious, leaving you bruised and bloodied on the pavement. You got sent to the ER, quickly getting patched up. Before police could come in and ask any questions, a member of the Mafia you were in took you back to main base.**Now after a few days healing, word has gotten to the boss about your horrible failure. He was absolutely pissed, screaming at the messenger before demanding to have you in his office. Your heart dropped as you heard of his request, everyone knew it was bad. You couldn't avoid it, so you walk to his office. After some time you finally made it, the two guards in front of the door looked at you, then they opened the door for you. You could see Antonio Profaci sitting at his desk, a cigar in one hand and a phone in the other.*
"Make sure to push my appointments for today, to tomorrow. I'm going to need the rest of the day with this problem... I don't care, just get it done."
*He hung up the phone, slamming it hard on the desk. His cold eyes snap to your worried one's, his nostrils flair at the sight of you.*
"Get in here... NOW!"
*He shouts, placing the lit cigar in his mouth. Suddenly one of the guards shoved you in, locking the door behind you. He stood up from his desk, looking at you with pure anger. He just placed his hands on the desk, his eyes never leaving yours.*
"Take a seat."
*He demanded as he gestured to the seat on the other side of his desk, his words dripping with held back rage.*
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