by RedLionPaladin » Thu Jul 11, 2013 3:17 pm
Vitaly waited, somewhat impatiently, as the man handed over the money. Not moving from the counter, Vitaly counted it then looked up at him and asked, "Is this a joke? Where's the rest of it and don't give me your excuses." His eyes narrowed as Nimziky tried to explain, but he didn't get far. Vitaly grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his head into the hard glass counter saying calmly, "Now, now Nimziky, you know what my father does for you, protecting you and your little shop from rival gangs and the like. So, here's what you're going to do. You're going to get the rest of the money you owe my father or you're going to be forking out more than this to replace your stock after one of our boys has a pyromaniac attack in or near your shop. And, as a little bonus, we'll show you a new meaning to the phrase 'six feet under', capisce?" Nimziky nodded silently, rubbing his face after Vitaly let him go. Vitaly counted the rest and placed it in a bag; slinging it over his back, he said with a smile, "Pleasure working with you, Mr. Nimziky." Turning around, Vitaly walked back out to the truck and slid into the driver's seat, handing Teresa the bag saying, "Next one is yours."
Caesar stopped in front of the antique shop saying, "The owner's name is Strong, Jake Strong. Go for it, Tyrese."