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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 13, 2009 0:03:03 GMT -6
It wasn't hiding out, it was having a drink. The bar at the Solo hotel was one of the nicest in the city, plus the rooms upstairs weren't that shabby either. Luciano had heard down from the chain of command and through rumors in the family that Giovanni was going to come after him. That he wanted him out of the picture, and as far away from Serafina as possible. He had taken a room at the hotel in case of his place not being suitable or if it was being watched. He thought it was a smart thing to do as he collected his thoughts on the situation. Peter, a soldier on his crew and a close friend knew of the situation. He called him to meet him at the bar after 10 so they could discuss it. Luc valued Peter's opinion and at a time like this, needed some extra insight to help anyway.
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Peter Fiato
DiLeonardo Family 
Soldier in the Santapaola Crew and Hitman
It may be bloody.. But it gets the job done.
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Post by Peter Fiato on Jul 13, 2009 0:43:02 GMT -6
Peter hadn't been at the hotel long before he was stopped by the security guard, telling him to show his I.D. to prove he was a resident. Peter didn't want trouble with the Solo's, but they obviously hadn't recognised his authority above them. He began to smile grimly. "I am Peter Fiato, now would you like to just say, I left my I.D. behind? Don't believe me eh. Well that's a risk you'd have to take" Peter gritted his teeth, he wasn't use to holding back violence. But he'd already had words with Arcangelo, about another topic in question. Peter nodded at the security guard, as he walked off to another resident of the hotel, and cause them trouble. Peter walked into the bar, and pushed past several people. He wasn't wasting time. "My Golly, how rude of you! This suit cost me so much money, you wouldn't know. You buy yours from a charity shop" an old pentioner spoke. He was rich obviously. "Shut it paps, and save it for someone who gives a damn" Peter retaliated, as he upped his pace towards the bar. He took a seat directly next to Luciano. "I'd like a whiskey. Don't worry, my buddy here's paying" laughed Peter, as he pointed towards the old man in the suit. He loved being evil.
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jul 13, 2009 14:23:50 GMT -6
"Well It's good to see that your in fine spirits." He said with a sidelong glance in the direction of Peter. He finished off another drink and motioned for the bartender to get another one prepared for him. He must have already gone through half a bottle of Jack Daniels, just by sitting here and being alone with his own thoughts. He was angry, and along with being tired that made him just more vengeful. He couldn't get a rational train of thought going, he just knew he wanted Giovanni gone.
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