The Don’s View from “Perfume and Lips”
Notes by Logan; Illustration by Game Master Virtuoso
Location: Armandasanti Family Grave Site
Time: Just past 1am
Date: Sometime in the Future
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“Now, I can’t really talk about other families. Even my own, I can’t talk about. It’s something that is a bit taboo if you could believe it. What I can tell you is this: Henry was slimy in more ways than one, for sure. A liar was one thing, but even if you made it past the hideousness and the...bugs...the fuckin’ smell, all of that and he was fuckin’ slimy on top of it. So, naturally, when we were on our way to the dock I had to put down a towel on the leather. What? I’m not replacing my seats every time I have one of them as a guest.”
A firm nod followed the Don’s ending of his own speech. Allowing himself the joy of reveling in his own smugness for the brief moment, he relented when the wind outside howled to remind him of the pressing nature of time and the risk of what could happen if ignored for too long. That was when he was struck by the surfacing memory of someone: Brock Thompson.
“Now, all that aside, there was a reason Henry’s family existed. They were amazing at what they do. However, I only had use of one of them. So I put out a call to my people, legal and not, to be on the lookout for this Brock fella. He was from another family, you see and done some really bad shit. Like so bad, every family was given permission to dust this guy. I had other plans. I wanted that bastard alive. Don’t look at me like that, Ma. Pops understands. He knows the kinda favors you could get with that.”
Rising to his feet, he moved to stand beside his Father’s Grave as though taking the side of this Tomb where he rested would bolster the case he was making to the wind and the dead. He held up his hands in mock defense before get began to amble about the décor of the locale a bit more freely.
“After a few calls, an tellin’ them how to deal with him, I found myself at my—or rather, Pops’ Docks. Like I said earlier, Henry’s family was good at what they did. Probably the best Family I could call for this type of business. See...Henry could uh...well, Henry could do a magic trick and poof, vanish, just like the cartoons and Las Vegas people did. However, I can’t see him when he does this so we set up a code word. The code-word was where the accent came from. This would tell me when he was around if I couldn’t see him. A bit of particular genius on our part for sure.”
Finding his seat once more, Vito looked to the roof of this place and smiled.
“Henry and I walked about halfway to the spot I needed to be. The Russians weren’t far away which was good for many reasons such as the time constraint Henry and I were working with. With a word, Henry did his magic trick and I was left to my own devices in an alleyway I picked. That was...until some punk decided to get bold and started approaching me. With time not on my side, I had to make this event go by quickly or a thug would be the least of my troubles…”