Nico
I quit smoking about a year ago, but with every day that went by, I felt the itch a bit more.
Staring at Vito and Carmen banter back and forth made me wish I had even half a cigarette to smoke.
They seemed to have a lot to say. Vito was lying through his teeth, and he could, since we had no evidence, while Carmen was insistent on us taking the less violent route.
I was still convinced that she had rose-colored glasses on, something I had every intention of ripping off, but I couldn't be too forceful.
It would be best to let her see the results with her own eyes, as Vito lay on the bed and continued to scream, clearly still having enough energy within him.
"…Is this your plot? Instead of us banding together to catch this person, you're trying to take my territory while I'm down? Does Gotti know about this?" His voice was loud, but I guess VIP rooms had their own perks.
