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

Pat Patricia Hunter It wouldn't be until they were minutes away from the cinema that finally, the lingering silence was broken. He didn't look back - mainly because he was driving - but Alessandro's question was very clearly directed at Pat. You came prepared, right? The others looked over at the don's son, eyebrows slightly rose. The fuck's that supposed to mean? Leonardo asked. He wouldn't have to wait long for clarification though, as Pat nodded and lightly patted the rear pocket of his pants. Of course. I always come ready. Though it couldn't be seen by anyone except Lucas, whom was sitting beside her, he helped confirm what she'd touched. A pistol that had been tucked away and concealed with her clothes. H-Hey now, is that really a wise move?! It's been my suggestion, if that helps ease your worries, Alessandro calmly replied. Leonardo and Lucas looked between one another, still wearing slightly worried looks. Let's be real, Alessandro continued, keeping his eyes peeled on the road, How much longer do you two honestly expect these exchanges to go well? Have you ever considered what'll happen if either side fails to offer enough of the products to the other side? The silence all but gave away the obvious reply of 'definitely not', which resulted in a smug Hmph passing Alessandro's lips. See, this is what me and father have been discussing in careful detail. Don't mistake our what-if for desire, though. We're just being cautious and simultaneously realistic. As long as the Prohibition Era continues, it's going to make these businesses difficult to conduct. People have tried to insist it'll end soon, but we've yet to see actual proof of this. Until that day arrives, we have to assume we'll be stuck in this bullshit routine of avoiding the cops while having to cooperate with the Salvatori Familigia. Fine, Leonardo began to answer, But then why not tell us about this? Why leave the kid with a role like being 'designated gun man'? You trying to get him killed or something? You still have yet to beat me in accuracy or quickness, Pat murmured in a low, irritated tone. Not just that, Alessandro chimed in, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face, Can you honestly say you'd expect the youngest person to be the one to watch out? Pretend you were on the opposite side before answering and think about that. Hmmm ... Both Lucas and Leonardo turned to look at Pat, seeming to take the future heir's suggestion literally. I suppose I kinda see your point, Lucas admitted. Fine. I guess you win for now. Leonardo concurred. Only after the two others looked away did Pat roll their eyes, something that was only seen by Alessandro and Lucas courtesy of the rear view mirror. You know, that cocky attitude of yours will really bite ya in the ass one of these days. Pat shrugged nonchalantly. Tell me something I don't know. Before Lucas shoot a quip over, the van jerked abruptly. No more, boys. We're here. Only one boy here, Lucas mumbled, getting out alongside Alessandro first, allowing Leonardo and Pat to climb over the front seats and exit the vehicle afterwards. While Pat, Lucas, and Leonardo began opening the back doors to show off both women and liquor, Alessandro would address the Salvatoris. Hope you haven't been waiting too long. We intend to make it well worth it though. Just like before, Pat stuck to dragging the alcohol out, refusing to lay so much as a finger on the women. Although a closer look allowed Pat to better see none from this batch had been physically harmed. In the past, some had needed literal sense slapped into them to help 'tame' them ... some nonsense like that. And yet, it was almost hard to say they looked better. There was a void in every woman's eyes. Like they had accepted their role as property to a degree that caused them to lose their humanity and thus become marionettes. The sight made Pat's eyes narrow, though nothing was said aloud. Eventually, six crates of Lawless Heaven would be set down on the ground of the Odyssey Theater. All twelve women stepped out into view. Most were Caucasian, though there were a small handful of what the don tended to call 'exotics' immigrants whom had come to America in hopes of getting a new life. So like always .... send one of your own over to examine the goods and ensure they're satisfactory. Alessandro gently placed his hands atop Pat's shoulders. He'll return the same gesture with examining your own goods. Who're you going to choose? Last edited Jan 19, 2019