![]() ![]() The Serial Killer shrugged, "My family died, I killed them, but I can assure you that won't happen. I'll take care of you, but in return I ask of one thing." The Serial Killer's smile widened, "Oh?" He asked faintly, "That you treat this family, as they are, family, more so than even your own, capisce?" Replied the man across from him, a serious look on his face. The Godfather rolls his tongue around in his mouth before speaking rest assuringly, "Very well Mr. Utter silence filled the room, and the smoke began to dissipate. Who better than The Godfather?" Mused a raspy voice, the smile enduring through the comment. Truth is," the figure smiles menacingly, "When I broke out, my urge to kill was too much for me to control. It had fulfilled its purpose much like every goon and mafioso in the past had for him. I'm rather impressed." Vocalized an Italian man, puffing on a cigar, he drew it down to an ashtray, and relieved it of its duties. "You seek me, and you have found me, what's more, before I could find you. ![]() Cigar smoke abundant in the air, the translucent substance masking two figures sitting across from one another. It was a cold room, distant from the rest of the world. Kill anyone that will not submit to the Mafia. ![]()
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