Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Pat Patricia Hunter 11th June, 1933 1051 AM Lawless, Illinois Exact Location Veleno Familigia Mansion It was supposed to finally come to an end, or so rumors had hinted as much. The Prohibition Era had been one of the most frustrating time-frames, particularly for the mafia families spread throughout the United States. While booze was the main thing that authorities had their eyes on, it was by no means the only things that could be confiscated if one wasn't careful. Drugs, weapons, trafficking, brothels, and many more popular vices that people tended to indulge in. With the Vanetti, Orco, and Galassia families having steadily fallen apart, new ones rose in its place. Just as empires rose and fall, now was no exception. Although the Veleno Familigia had most of its members linked by blood, there were a good number who were taken in after proving themselves to the don. One of these such individuals was Pat Hunter, whom was viewed as something of a prodigy given they were also the youngest Veleno member still barely seventeen, and yet possessing years worth of skills. Particularly in their aim with a firearm. It was always a sight for the more experienced and older mafia members to behold, question, and admire all at once. And indeed, quite a few had tried to pry and ask for how Pat had gained such skills. Most were given a rather curt reply along the lines of Just be glad someone here has them. Some accepted and agreed that was true. Others, naturally, didn't take too well to it. But even those who weren't overly fond of the lip they received from the young teen never dared to act on their reactions, if only to avoid incurring the wrath of their own leader. There was, of course, a reason for these responses. It was just one of those things that no one needed to know. So, Pat ensured to keep it from everyone, even the don, despite it being a risky gesture. Naturally, a lot of people had asked their leader why they were fine being out of the loop. Don't you know they're holding some shit back from you?! Of course. But if it were important enough, I'd extract that information myself. The leader in question, Marco Veleno , wove a hand through the air, dismissing the matter. Go get Pat and some of the others. It's almost nearing time to meet up with the other Familigia in the neutral ground and get our supplies. A scoff was the first response, but no further arguments were offered. Within minutes, Pat and three other men walked inside the don's office, wearing expectant expressions. It's almost time, as I'm sure you all know, Marco stated, waiting until everyone gave some affirmative gesture or reply. After seeing what he wanted, he looked over towards one of the more familiar faces to him, someone who had been in the Veleno Familigia much longer than Pat. Then again, it was his eldest son, born from his own flesh and blood. It made sense that Marco would trust the man he was now staring at. Alessandro ? Are the women ready for transport? As is the booze, yes. Good. Leonardo and Pat? Go grab the liquor. Alessandro and Lucas? Go get the women. All four nodded, though it didn't escape anyone that Pat looked less than pleased. Thankfully, everyone would stay quiet until they were out of ear shot. Then and only at that moment did Leonardo speak up, Really not fond of selling them out, are ya? No. That can be done with them still having their freedom intact. So the fuck are you doing with us then? You knew when you joined up, didn't you? Leaning down, the young man grabbed one of the barrels of liquor and started carrying it away. An irritated scoff passed Leonardo's lips as he muttered a few words under his breath. Still, he knew they were all pressed for time, and now wasn't the best moment to begin a major argument. Minutes later, the other two Veleno members would arrive, with a dozen females walking in an eerily calm fashion behind the men. Whether they had simply accepted their fates or had them beaten into them was anyone's guess. Alright! Off we go! Pat would be in the back, with Alessandro driving the van. The engine roared and slowly - but very surely - the vehicle headed to the 'neutral ground' the don had spoken of. An abandoned cinema. Since it had been shut down for a few years, it wasn't under the normally watchful eyes of the police, and thus made these exchanges easier to comply with.