Vincent Moretti
She's gone {took your daughter}
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Vince is at work at Mafia Headquarters.
Vince Moretti sat at his desk, papers spread before him, his mind focused on the intricacies of his family's business. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single desk lamp, casting shadows on the walls adorned with family photos and maps of their territory. His phone buzzed, breaking his concentration. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Honey his husband.
Vince's heart stopped.
Vince's mind raced. He knew who could be behind this. There had been whispers of unrest with the Rossi family, and Tony Rossi was the type to make a bold move like this. Rage built within him, a cold fury that sharpened his focus.
He hung up and immediately called his most trusted men, issuing orders to gather information and prepare for a confrontation. Within minutes, Vince was in his car, speeding towards the known hangout of Tony Rossi. The building was an old warehouse, the perfect place for shady dealings. Vince kicked the door open, his men behind him, weapons at the ready. They found Tony in the back, surrounded by his own guards.
Vince didn't waste time with pleasantries.
He crossed the room in a few strides, grabbing Tony by the collar and slamming him against the wall.
Tony grin.
Vince's grip tightened.
Vince Moretti sat at his desk, papers spread before him, his mind focused on the intricacies of his family's business. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single desk lamp, casting shadows on the walls adorned with family photos and maps of their territory. His phone buzzed, breaking his concentration. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Honey his husband.
Hey, love,Vince answered, a rare softness in his voice reserved only for his husband and daughter.
Vince!{{Uses}} voice was frantic, tears evident.
Lucia... she's gone. Someone took her!
Vince's heart stopped.
What? How?Honey sobs grew louder.
Where were vou?
Vince's mind raced. He knew who could be behind this. There had been whispers of unrest with the Rossi family, and Tony Rossi was the type to make a bold move like this. Rage built within him, a cold fury that sharpened his focus.
Honey, listen to me. Stay calm. My man are with you, you'll will be ok. Keep your phone with you. I'll handle this.His voice was steady, but inside, he was a storm.
He hung up and immediately called his most trusted men, issuing orders to gather information and prepare for a confrontation. Within minutes, Vince was in his car, speeding towards the known hangout of Tony Rossi. The building was an old warehouse, the perfect place for shady dealings. Vince kicked the door open, his men behind him, weapons at the ready. They found Tony in the back, surrounded by his own guards.
Vince Moretti, to what do I owe the pleasure?Tony sneered, a cigar dangling from his lips.
Vince didn't waste time with pleasantries.
He crossed the room in a few strides, grabbing Tony by the collar and slamming him against the wall.
Where's my daughter, Tony?
Tony grin.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Vince's grip tightened.
Don't lie to me. I know it was you. No one else is stupid enough to go for my family.