[ When it comes to moving cash safely and effectively, there are very few as proficient as him. Not only is he accustomed to pressure and multitasking but he is also dogged when it comes to completing these tasks.
Which is why, complete with the threads to make him look the part, he saunters through the crowd with a briefcase in tow. Unlike what one might see in a movie there are no supersized bodyguards flanking him or an ornate golden chain connecting the case to his wrist. Why? Because they know better than to test him.
The last time someone got Greedy he broke their hand, apologized, and even had the wherewithal to take them to get their hand treated after. Michael abhors violence, choosing only to use it when absolutely necessary and even then, he tends to take it easy on those weaker than him. Is that an award winning combination for someone affiliated with the mob?
Not unless your nickname happens to be The Angel — not just for his kindness. He can also just as easily send a man to an early grave if they choose not to relent when he gives them a choice. A few take his grace and even thank him for it but there have been several who chose to fight. Whether they still roam these streets or not, he really wouldn’t know.
Eventually, amidst getting lost in his thoughts, he finds himself at his destination: The Devil’s Nest. He can smell it before he even sets foot inside, the remnants of tobacco, alcohol and the familiar scent of bodies likely tangled in intimate embraces. But he isn’t here to watch the show, he is here to deliver the case to the owner of this decadent little house of sin — a tithe, from the smaller fish that share the pond.
And he spots him, it would be difficult not to. The timber of his voice, the way everyone seems to gravitate to him by the bar as if waiting for the show to begin. In this world, information is key and no one has more of it than Greed. Michael doesn’t have to call him, he simply waits for the man to feel his eyes on him and turns to walk into the back room with the case in tow.
This may be Greed’s place but he isn’t about to trust a roomful of strangers to abide by the rules of the house. Once there, he sets the briefcase on the table, opens it, and leans back against the table to peer through his sunglasses at the door, waiting.
Truthfully, the case isn’t the only reason he is here. When he hears footsteps, he murmurs the next words out. Jealousy has no place here, not with them, he looks more amused than anything else. ]
You kept me waiting, though I see you were busy. As usual. It’s all here, I counted it twice. They were appreciative and hope to continue doing business with you in the future.
what i had it partially written already
Which is why, complete with the threads to make him look the part, he saunters through the crowd with a briefcase in tow. Unlike what one might see in a movie there are no supersized bodyguards flanking him or an ornate golden chain connecting the case to his wrist. Why? Because they know better than to test him.
The last time someone got Greedy he broke their hand, apologized, and even had the wherewithal to take them to get their hand treated after. Michael abhors violence, choosing only to use it when absolutely necessary and even then, he tends to take it easy on those weaker than him. Is that an award winning combination for someone affiliated with the mob?
Not unless your nickname happens to be The Angel — not just for his kindness. He can also just as easily send a man to an early grave if they choose not to relent when he gives them a choice. A few take his grace and even thank him for it but there have been several who chose to fight. Whether they still roam these streets or not, he really wouldn’t know.
Eventually, amidst getting lost in his thoughts, he finds himself at his destination: The Devil’s Nest. He can smell it before he even sets foot inside, the remnants of tobacco, alcohol and the familiar scent of bodies likely tangled in intimate embraces. But he isn’t here to watch the show, he is here to deliver the case to the owner of this decadent little house of sin — a tithe, from the smaller fish that share the pond.
And he spots him, it would be difficult not to. The timber of his voice, the way everyone seems to gravitate to him by the bar as if waiting for the show to begin. In this world, information is key and no one has more of it than Greed. Michael doesn’t have to call him, he simply waits for the man to feel his eyes on him and turns to walk into the back room with the case in tow.
This may be Greed’s place but he isn’t about to trust a roomful of strangers to abide by the rules of the house. Once there, he sets the briefcase on the table, opens it, and leans back against the table to peer through his sunglasses at the door, waiting.
Truthfully, the case isn’t the only reason he is here. When he hears footsteps, he murmurs the next words out. Jealousy has no place here, not with them, he looks more amused than anything else. ]
You kept me waiting, though I see you were busy. As usual. It’s all here, I counted it twice. They were appreciative and hope to continue doing business with you in the future.