SEASON 2: My Four Mafia Daddies
7.
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
Do you think mafias need people skilled in cooking and cleaning?❄️
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
You gotta be sharper than a stiletto to fit in here!❄️
Silas remained unfazed, his smile cool and serene
Silas
gentlemen! I have other talents besides this.
Silas
Underestimate me at your own peril !
Ivory (Rick and Alan's son)
*smirk* intresting guy!
Ivory (Rick and Alan's son)
*drinks his wine*🍷
Silas
I can speak in code, crack ciphers faster than a card shark deals, and my discretion rivals the shadows themselves.
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
*jaw slackened*
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
*Leaned back, his gaze piercing like a bullet*
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
Clean hands, dirty work, you say?
Silas
*held lex's gaze unflinching*
Silas
My skills are for building bridges, not burning them!
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
Alright! Prove it. Give us a taste of your talent.
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
Tonight, A shipment arrives at midnight. Sensitive cargo. Intercept it without a whisper, without a shadow.
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
Do that, and we might consider...
accommodating your request❄️
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
But Bro! It's a dangerous task!
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
It's either that or he leaves!❄️
Lexan (Alex and Alan's son)
*Left*
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
you have a big challenge in front of you!
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
Do you want me to help you?
Ivory (Rick and Alan's son)
Don't even think about doing that jojo ! my watchful eyes will always be on you.
Ivory (Rick and Alan's son)
*smirked and left*
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
*frown*
Silas
*smiles* don't worry! i can do this on my own!
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
*cupping his face*
Joe (Alan and Rihan's Son)
Take care of yourself 💗
The salty air hung heavy, shrouded in the hum of machinery and the creaks of an arriving freighter.
Silas, disguised in a longshoreman's garb, moved with practiced ease, blending into the bustling activity.
The target - a briefcase handcuffed to a burly dockworker.
Silas's mind raced. A web of possibilities spun before him
Silas
Brute force? Too risky, too messy.
Silas
Distraction? Too predictable
His eyes caught a glimpse of flickering neon from a nearby casino. An idea, daring and audacious, ignited in his mind.
With a practiced flick of his wrist, he sent a pebble skipping across the concrete, clipping the dockworker's foot. A curse as he stumbled, drawing the attention of his colleagues. Silas seized the opportunity, darting into the casino's neon heart
Inside, everything was a mess. Slot machines were making noise, roulette wheels were spinning, and people's desperate pleas mixed with loud music. Silas navigated through the crowd and found his target—a big man slouched over a poker table with a briefcase next to him.
With careful actions, he slid a playing card between the briefcase and the table, a small trigger for a distraction he had set up before. A little later, the card set it off, causing a bunch of fake money to rain down from the ceiling, creating chaos in the casino.
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