Mafia: Role Play

Joshua's feeling came back, this time he recognized it, something had gone wrong, to Angelina. He got inside his car, and started to think about what may have happened.

Vito chuckled hoarsly. "But what isn't about money these days? I can get a nice big ransom for you from your father." He snapped his fingers and two equally large men came out from behind him. They walk up to Angelina and grab her roughly by the arms.

She struggled to get out of their grasp. "Let me go! Let me go you creeps!" She screamed. "My father won't give u a dime!" She tried to get free, but it was no use.

Joe was waiting in the hallway outside. When the two men dragged Angelina outside, he went back inside his apartment to talk to Vito.
"Where's my money? You promised me 400 bucks for this."
"You'll get paid as soon as the girl's father gives me her ransom."
"And what if he doesn't cooperate? What if he refuses to pay?"
"Then the girl gets a bullet in the head, and you don't get anything."
The goons took Angelina to a car that was waiting outside. They shoved her in, and one of them climbed in back with her. The other got in the driver's seat.

Angelina thrashed around in the back seat, hitting the man with her fists and kicking him. "Let me go you goon!" Her hair came out of the style she had it in, now it was tangled and flowing down past her shoulders. Despite her appearance of an innoent young woman, she was very fisty.

Even though Vito's goon is huge and very strong, he has a hard time getting her to stop struggling. Finally, he pulls out a gun and cocks it, aiming it at Angelina's temple. The drive isn't long, and in a few minutes, they arrive at Vito's hideout. The man who is driving gets out of the car and opens the back door. He grabs Angelina by the wrist.

She still struggles and knees him in the crotch.

The goon made a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a gasp. He fell to the pavement, almost incapacitated. The other one picked her up by the waist and dragged her inside, up the stairs, and into a small, dimly lit room.
At the back of the room was a wooden chair. He hauled her over to it and started tying her down.

She tried to get out of his grasp, but he held her down in the chair. She struggled with all her strength. She kicked and her dress ripped up the side. She couldn't win this round. He successfully tied her down. She flipped her hair out of her face and stared at him furiously.

The man left the room and after a few moments, Vito came in. He said nothing, walked over to his desk, and got out a piece of paper. "Tell me, how much is your life worth?"

She looked over at him with hate in her eyes, and then spat at him.

"You flatter me." He picked up a pen from the large, expensive wooden desk and started writing: "If you ever want to see your daughter again, leave 6 grand in the mailslot of the barbershop at the corner of 4th and Lake. Don't send anyone to find out where she is." He set the pen down and put his feet up on the desk.
Joe entered the room, an expression of mixed anger and confusion on his face. "I suppose now you want me to deliver this now," he said calmly, picking up the paper and folding it carefully.

"He's never going to pay you." She told Vitto in a low voice. She glanced at Joe as he walked into the room. He didn't look as tough as the other guys, but she knew everyone in the mafia was the same. She looked at him with large blue pleading eyes.

Joe slipped the note into his pocket. He looked over at Angelina and momentarily felt sorry for her. Then he glanced over at Vito. He looked to be asleep. Maybe he would still be taking a nap when he got back.. Joe turned and left.
Outside the Connerelli's place, he thrust the note through the mailslot, and to his surprise, he felt someone on the other side grab it and pull it through. He turned and was about to leave when the door opened and he heard a voice say: ((Since he's Angel's father I think Bid should control him))

(( U can control him, he's not really my care, he's just a necessary one... so u can have him say or do anything u want 🙂 ))

((alrighty then))

"Tell your boss I ain't payin him nothin." Even though Angelina had kept insisting that her father wouldn't pay, Joe didn't actually think it was true. He was shocked. What kind of father would knowingly let somebody kill his own daughter, even in the mafia?
"They'll kill her if you don't pay the ransom. You do know that, right?" This seemed to make him hesitate a little, but he persisted.
"Yeah. She's gotten out of situations like this before. Besides, she got herself into it. It's her own fault." As much as it surprised him, Joe knew it was useless to argue with someone like that. He walked down the driveway to his car and left.

He went back inside Vito's office and announced, "He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't pay anything."

Angelina was struggling with the ropes as she was bound to the chair. She glanced up as the door opened and Joe walked in. She couldn't believe her father actually denied the ransom... it wasn't even a lot of money. She looked down at the floor, not knowing what to do, but feeling her fate close in on her.

Joe looked over at Angelina and somehow felt obligated to help her.. He knew it was insane, but he decided to do it anyways. He threw a quick glance over at Vito. He was still asleep, and Joe wondered how a lazy ass like that could be a mafia ringleader. He kneeled down next to the chair and whispered in Angelina's ear: "Alright. Fine. I'll get you out of here, but I'm not doing anything else for you." He found the knot and carefully started loosening it.

She looked at him oddly. She wondered if it was a trick. She shifted her sight from Vito to Joe. As he untied the rope from her wrists, rope burns were revealed from the tugging she did.