Luciano

Introductions

"Y'know, I would've love to f**k you first, but I just don't have that kind of time." He says regretfully as he pushes the barrel further into my skull.

"And who says I wanted to f**k you anyway, Murderer?"

If I'd meant that to be offensive, I would've been disappointed.

He chuckled, his whiskey colored eyes on mine.

"Oh, kitty has claws! Was I supposed offended? I have a gun to your head; what else would I be? A clown?"

"You look like one," I murmur, unable to help myself.

My mother did always tell me my mouth would get me killed.

I just don't think either of us would've expected it to be this damn literal.

"You like talking. Don't you?" He asked conversationally, like the cold metal of the barrel of his gun wasn't still pressed between my eyes.

"I do," I challenge him. "Gotta problem?"

"I gotta gun. More official than a problem, don't you think gattina?"

"Don, i russi sono andati via! Hanno preso la spedizione!"

(Don, the Russians got away! They took the shipment!)

Just like that, the slightly playful, extremely homicidal Italian changed into an extremely homicidal and slightly demonic one.

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, the grip on his gun tightened to the point where I saw the metal give way a bit.

"Che cazzo vuoi dire, 'che hanno preso la mia spedizione?!' Perche 'cazzo non stai buttando giù quei figli?"

(What the f**k do you mean, 'they took my shipment?!' Why aren't you gunning those motherfuckers down?)

A rapid answer in Italian was sent back, making the muscular man in front of me roar in anger.

Turning his glare on me, he said:

"I can't d**k whip you, so I suppose a pistol whip will have to do."

"Wait what?"

Before I could fully finish processing what he said, he had laid a pistol across my forehead and knocked me out.

"Can we have a piece of her?"

"Touch her and die. Lei è la mia fino ad un altro momento. Which means, let me find something,"

"Aw, Boss you're no fun,"

"Y'know what's fun? Clowns. Y'know how I can make you fun? I can slit your throat from ear to ear. Don't f**k with me, Paolo."

"I promise you won't like it half as much as I will."