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[schxbetta]

@rexetignus

These deals were getting easier; easy enough to arouse suspicion but then he was young. Twenty-five and full of confidence. A damn badge could be in place right before him and he’d still be waving those dollar bills as if they were his honour. 

The fact of the matter was that he was proud. Keen to call himself the next man to be made. So, he dabbled in petty crime. Extortion, laundering, fraud and the other dirty laundry of the family but soon enough his skills would be put to better use. He’d become a made man. Making his bones through the killing of another. An enemy. It was only a matter of time. Only a breath away from being commanded by his father. He worried about it. Hell, he was nervous. But really? He sort of looked forward to it. 

The respect. The gusto. A part of him couldn’t wait for the relevance. 

He stands in the cold, his hands gripping at his forearms in an attempt to warm himself. While there were no others about, he’d focus on escaping the cold through light shaking and the odd exhale of air. 

Soon enough, his ritual is interrupted by a woman. His contact. The one with whom he’d be working alongside tonight. Their target? A casino just short of downtown. Real sleazy place; a little more akin to a brothel than a home to gambling. 

He side-eyes her, his exterior suddenly forgetting the cold as he attempts to appear a little tougher before her.    

“Good t’meet you” he wasn’t too pleased about having a female companion...to him, it was as if his family were mocking him “I’m Peter.”