Savoredsting
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Francisco Marconi
age:25
Hair: Black, but shaves his head Eyes: Dull grey
Hgt: 6 Wgt: 198pds.
Youngest son of Don Roberto Marconi, he is a culinary genius, and runs most of the families kitchens. he lives above Marconis' he grandmothers first resturant most of the time as he is its head chef. He also has a huge pent house at the families casino, he rarely uses.
Francisco sits at the steps of the parking garage, he awaited his girl friends car. he was a swarthy skinned fellow smoking on a self rolled cigerette. he wore a pair of leather gloves, a simple white shirt with an elegant but sleek patterned purple and black tie. His pants where slacks and well made. It was Armani, his father would have it no other way. He looked up over his shades and down at his shoes.
Francisco knew his gun was in place. it was a simple 9 mm. hand gun but it would suffice his real weapons where his blades stashed in his coat . He was going to a small party tonight with his girlfriend for the Capo Damion Ivetti. That was his target tonight, He would get him alone in the kitchen an kill him with ease with his knives.
The limo was pulling in his girlfriend would be waiting for him. If he gets his way he will get to fuck her again tonight and she fell in love with his food, and when they went to the small cafe' his friend had started. There he too found her putty in his hand and ended up a simple affection for her. Tonight would be the real test the blend of the worlds he walked and he would introduce her to the dark side of his world. Oh he knew she knew that his family was basically the local Mafia. What she didn't know was he was one of the Familys best Hitmen.
He waited looking about the garage for any other suspicious people. He was bored, he had forgotten his small note book he would jot ideas on. He was already a mess thanks to his other job having a small difficulty of a gang banger and his cronies having more fire power than previously suspected. he had taken a bullet in his leg, it still was sore but Dr. Clavenger the local Vet and mob doctor had sowed him up and said he was good to go. Oh well just another scar to add to the collection.
As the Limo pulled up he smiled. Tonight would be special on two fronts, an easy kill and he would finally conquer his woman. Oh yes he would have his woman fully. He stood as one of his fathers men stepped out of the front seat and never made eye contact with Francisco. The man opened the door and Francisco stood favoring his left leg as he had his hands behind his back waiting for his lady to exit and he could see her, embrace her kiss her.
age:25
Hair: Black, but shaves his head Eyes: Dull grey
Hgt: 6 Wgt: 198pds.
Youngest son of Don Roberto Marconi, he is a culinary genius, and runs most of the families kitchens. he lives above Marconis' he grandmothers first resturant most of the time as he is its head chef. He also has a huge pent house at the families casino, he rarely uses.
Francisco sits at the steps of the parking garage, he awaited his girl friends car. he was a swarthy skinned fellow smoking on a self rolled cigerette. he wore a pair of leather gloves, a simple white shirt with an elegant but sleek patterned purple and black tie. His pants where slacks and well made. It was Armani, his father would have it no other way. He looked up over his shades and down at his shoes.
Francisco knew his gun was in place. it was a simple 9 mm. hand gun but it would suffice his real weapons where his blades stashed in his coat . He was going to a small party tonight with his girlfriend for the Capo Damion Ivetti. That was his target tonight, He would get him alone in the kitchen an kill him with ease with his knives.
The limo was pulling in his girlfriend would be waiting for him. If he gets his way he will get to fuck her again tonight and she fell in love with his food, and when they went to the small cafe' his friend had started. There he too found her putty in his hand and ended up a simple affection for her. Tonight would be the real test the blend of the worlds he walked and he would introduce her to the dark side of his world. Oh he knew she knew that his family was basically the local Mafia. What she didn't know was he was one of the Familys best Hitmen.
He waited looking about the garage for any other suspicious people. He was bored, he had forgotten his small note book he would jot ideas on. He was already a mess thanks to his other job having a small difficulty of a gang banger and his cronies having more fire power than previously suspected. he had taken a bullet in his leg, it still was sore but Dr. Clavenger the local Vet and mob doctor had sowed him up and said he was good to go. Oh well just another scar to add to the collection.
As the Limo pulled up he smiled. Tonight would be special on two fronts, an easy kill and he would finally conquer his woman. Oh yes he would have his woman fully. He stood as one of his fathers men stepped out of the front seat and never made eye contact with Francisco. The man opened the door and Francisco stood favoring his left leg as he had his hands behind his back waiting for his lady to exit and he could see her, embrace her kiss her.
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