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matter. Maybe that was best. It wasn't supposed to matter, right? "So there he is," Sonny Marconi announced, when Nic finally made it downstairs. "Been waiting' a long time here, Andretti. What's up?" Nic wanted to punch the arrogant fucker in the face. He hated this kid. Stupid Soprano's, wannabe asshole. He had known Sonny all his life. Both of their fathers were in the 'game'. And there had always been this superficial peace between both families, but underneath...they knew the deal.
    Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Sonny had tried to pull a few business ventures from who he thought was an unsuspecting Nic, but that ended in several threatening phone calls, and then Sonny finally backed off. Probably due to his old man, Paul Marconi, who still ran their household. Nic had a lot of respect for the old man, but he couldn't stand his fucking kid. And being the only son of Paul Marconi meant that Sonny would eventually take over one day. So, Nic just had to deal with it.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Nic asked, not bothering to hide his dislike."Got some business matters to discuss with you. Mind if we do it over a game of pool?" Sonny smirked, already walking toward the billiards room."Sure, make yourself at home, testa di merda," Nic muttered out of earshot, and Jimmy laughed. When they entered the billiards room, Sonny immediately picked up a cue."So, we have a nice little investment with a new Korean group. They have a product we want. Only, we don't have the contacts for the runners who could help with this. Word is, you do. So, if you scratch our backs on this, we'll make sure to give you a nice cut."

Jimmy and Nic looked at each other. "And what exactly would that product be?" Nic asked, while handing Sonny a pen and paper. Sonny wrote down a word quickly, and then wiped his fingerprint off of the pen. Nic quickly glanced at it, and then handed it to Jimmy, who immediately threw it in the fire."That's not something I deal with, nor do I care to. Sorry, can't help you," Nic stated, while grabbing a cue. "Well, maybe you can be a good boy, and just give us your contact. You don't have to be involved at all." "Well, as you know, I don't really like being a 'good boy'." Sonny and Nic both stared at each other for a moment. "Okay. Well, I'll make sure to report that back to my father," Sonny said, while racking up the balls. Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your father didn't know—considering he has mentioned that he isn't into that type of business either. Maybe I should give him a call to explain myself," Nic said, leaning against the pool table. He knew he had just stuck the knife in and broken it off. He was certain that Paul Marconi had no idea that his fuck-up of a son was about to start dealing drugs. Paul was just as against the stuff as Nic was.

Sonny narrowed his eyes at Nic. "Watch yourself, Nicky...""No. This is my house. You watch yourself, Sonny," Nic countered, while Raymond stepped a foot closer to Sonny.
    Sonny glanced at Raymond, and then back to Nic. Suddenly a bright smile spread across Sonny's features. "Shit, man. Don't get all serious on me. Fuck, let's just play some pool, drink and see where the night takes us."

Victoria had tried waiting upstairs for Nic, but he was taking forever. She had to get out of here. And she was tired of waiting in his office. She walked to the door with the white, short robe wrapped tightly around her frame. She was about to step out into the hall, sans underwear, since he had taken them and stuffed them in his pocket. And as short as this robe was...one small bend, and she would expose her ass cheeks to anyone within viewing distance. She slowly wobbled down the stairs in her 'too' high heels and made it to the main floor. She heard a few voices coming from another room, so she walked over there. She saw a guy in black standing with his back to the door. 

"Um, I'm looking for Nic,"