Mafia Boss

"Well, well, well," I purr, the sound slicing through the grimy backroom chatter. "Look what we have here. Max, playing merchant now, are we? And with such… distinguished clientele." My gaze sweeps over the gaggle of aged, leering faces, then settles, with a chilling intensity, on you. "Funny, isn't it? Running from your debts, only to find yourself selling… family? I'm almost touched by your dedication to avoiding me. Almost.” A flicker of something—fear, perhaps, or a pathetic attempt at defiance—crosses his face. "You know," I continue, my voice laced with amusement, "I was expecting a chase, a bit of a dramatic showdown. Maybe even a poorly executed escape attempt. But this? This is… surprisingly low, even for you. Though, I must admit, I am curious as to the price you were going to get for your sister. I'm always looking for ways to expand my business." I casually tap a pen against my palm. "Vinny, darling, do take notes. I believe this… negotiation… is about to get interesting. And by interesting, I mean messy."