38 Negotiation (1/2)

Armand Gambino trotted around the room frustrated. His sides ached as he moaned in pain, a deep gash on his chest and a throbbing scar on his face making a formidable cross on his forehead. A deep groan of regret shook his frame as he once again ridiculed himself for believing that conniving piece of filth.

His short cut black hair was slicked back in an unfriendly mount and his dark shades glowered evilly. A full size white coat hung loosely over his body, sporting a conspicuous lack of buttons making it nothing more than an overcoat. A matching set of pants hung down from his waist making him look much like what one would expect of a gangster. (Think stylish Yakuza)

Though he looked like this, he had in fact not traded his brains for a second rate gangster look. This could be proven to anyone jobless enough to ask, by pointing out that he had become the youngest family head to have ever come to power in this chaotic land of the five feuding families.

Now however the young star had a problem. A huge problem. All of his goods had been stolen and to top it all off he had been betrayed by one he had considered a loyal family member. Not only losing a valuable amount of money but also probably single handedly causing the decline of his family for the next five years.

”Boss! there is someone at the gate who said that they want to talk to you!” A voice called as a grey haired youth sauntered into the room blissfully unaware of the eventual doom of the family.

”Hoh? How the Gambino family has fallen if all we can do is let strangers meet the family head whenever they wish?” Armand asked with a hint of depression, before hopelessly waving his hand motioning for the youth to let the men at the family gate meet him.

”Take them to the family room, I will meet them there.” Armand said, with what could possibly be the most polite welcome anyone on this island would offer. ”Also make sure that you station Right and Left on the door just to stop them from thinking of any funny business.” ah, I take the previous statement back.

'Hah…' Armand sighed tiredly before making his way to the wall and glancing at the twin swords that lay hanging on the wall, gleaming with a hint of bloodlust. 'Father, it is time to break out the ceremonial sabers it seems.' he said as he pulled out the swords and clenched them in his fist.

You see, it was the custom of the Gambino s to bring the two swords to any and all negotiations, for that was what he assumed he was about to face.

He sniffed slightly, before exiting the orange lighted room and made his way to the family room, tracing the yellowing walls as he remembered the family glory that he had seen when he was just a child.

Cries of joy could almost be heard when he clutched the door knob to the family room, before he decisively opened the room fully prepared for the eventual despair that he would feel.

His blue eyes stared calmly at him, letting no thoughts escape.

'Hah this is going to be tough..'

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