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#2011-05-05 08:24:55, as written by Seraph

“Ahhh, Nickolai. I don’t know what sort of kinky games you play with your ladies at the Marquis but I doubt you would find me as submissive.”

"Now Natalia," He falsely scoffed at her, while a smirk played out over his lips. "If I were to believe that EVERY woman could simply be ridden and not be a rider--well, where would the fun in that be? Besides, I love foreplay!"

“But thanks for the offer, I’ll keep it in mind.”

Nickolai pointed at Natalia, as though in a commanding way yet--his facial expression would not designate it as such. Being one of his most trusted--non Italian crew, she would know the difference between when he was actually telling her to do something for real or not. Usually when he was very passionate about something--particularly when it came to wiping out a business or a crew of his brothers.

"You had better."

Though he was a playboy, a modern day Casanova, she would have always been granted the feeling that he would more than willingly put himself at risk to protect her. Not just her, but Tommy and Duncan as well. They were like four peas in a pod. Closer than brothers it would seem because of what Nickolai proclaimed his brother had done--betrayed their father the Capo De Tutti Capi--Boss of Bosses. Sure he wanted the seat of power just as anyone born to be inherently a leader would, but to kill his own Capo? Even more, to kill his own father? Was unforgivable.

That's what made him so passionate about being the Capo. That's when he drew the line and separated those that believed him and those that didn't. He had loyalty. His brother had the respect and he was going to ruin that for him. He then turned to Tommy. Then looked at Duncan. Tommy was a Capodecima. A lieutenant, that headed a faction of 10 or more soldiers comprising a crew. Duncan was Sgarrista, a foot soldier who carried out day to day business of the family. A "made" member of the mafia. He would soon move Tommy up to Capo Bastone and Duncan up to Capodecima. But they had a lot more "business" to discuss first.

"All kidding aside," Duncan interrupted after a slight cough, "I think we should get to that snitch problem boss. He's just below waiting for the rest of his punishment; took the liberty of testing out these new knuckles on him." He raised his hand and showed the brass knuckles before putting his hand back in his pocket. "Great for breaking teeth. This way, boss."

"Guess I worked him a bit harder than I thought," Duncan said with a sigh.

Duncan reached to the holster on his right and pulled out his stainless steel 44 magnum. He loaded a bullet into the chamber and flicked it closed. He leveled the pistol at the ground before the man and pulled the trigger. The man visibly jumped, eyes rolling forward to meet the gaze of the newly arrived group. He raised his hands in a pleading manner and opened his mouth to attempt speech, revealing several missing or chipped teeth.

Duncan holstered his pistol and raised a hand at the man. "Boss, your snitch."

"Alright ladies," Nickolai said asking anyone for a light with a gesture of his hand. A nobody responded flipping a flashy zippo and with a few puffs-- Nickolai was back to smoking a gain. They guy was a train. Yet, he could run two miles like he were in it for his life. If his life were that important anyways. "What do we know? We know that this piece of trash has been giving my brother information--but what information? Like what outfits I have sent Natalia or our crew movements? Duncan?"

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