Thomas just arrived to NY, with th company of his brothers, they are here to take care of some arranged meeting and tradings at the same time. Arthur is holding the package, while speaking along the way all the time and hear John taunting him and laugh together.

Arthur faces Thomas and continues with his British accent:

"hey Thomas, have you heard this one? A story of a hidden love between two memebers of opposite gangs who are against eachother. The English Mafia and One Direction. Can they overcome the fact that their gangs are complete opposites or will their love perish?"

John replied:" oh that was mean brotha..haha"

"Enough jokes brothers..." Thomas replied

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he breathout the smoke from the last long inhale from the cigarette, threw it away, arranged his tie...

"this is it, here we are boys, ill do the talking, John you stay outside as we planned, we cant juat risk, we do the trade and walk out. Arthur, c'mon"

"make it quick brotha" John said

and takes his cigarette out...

Vince, an Italian Mobster would be sent with three other guys to execute the deal between his Mafia and the English Mob. Him and these three other guys were to act as body guards to a Wise Guy who was to receive the package and give the Englishmen their money.

"Boss sure about this?" Vince asked the Wise Guy in front. 

"100% sure. Now, we will wait here until they arrive." 

"Got it." Replied Vince.

They then saw the Englishmen, walking towards them with a package in their hand.

As Vince takes the package, Vince feels it to make sure of it's contents. He then whispers to the Wise Guy, "I don't think this has what it needs to have..."

The Wise Guy looks at Vince, and then looks at the Englishmen that have begun to walk down the stairs. The four Italians looked at each other, then back at Thomas and his brother.

"Now you wait here just a damn second." The Wise Guy said. "You Assholes better have our damn Speed in here. We gave you good money for the top notch stuff."

Vince grabs the Revolver in the back of his belt, awaiting a response from the Englishmen and preparing for the worst. 

The Wise Guy continues to speak, "Well, you guys gonna talk?"

Vincent turns towards the other body guards, and speaks to one of them with a hushed tone.

"Call in backup. We are gonna get more outta them before they go anywhere." The other body guard then nods his head and walks towards the phone on the wall, and begins to speak with someone on the other line.

As the brothers re-unite outside the building, they hear cars screeching around the corner, racing towards them. They stop and hit the breaks right infront of the three, and around ten guys jump out with Tommy-Guns. 

And only a moment later, the Godfather steps out. 

The Godfather would look straight back into Thomas's eyes, and grinned. 

"Indeed. I am your real contract. Now, let us discuss business. My fellas tell me that you tried to cheat us on a deal with some...goods. Vince, come here. Handover the package and let me see."

Vince would hesitate to hand the Godfather the package currently in his hand. "Sir, Godfather. We can't open this package here, there's just too much risk in it. I'm afraid I can't do that."

The Godfather frowned, and looked away from Thomas, and at Vince.

"Vince. You've been with my family for a very long time, and you're like a son to me. Now, HAND OVER THE DAMNED PACKAGE VINCE!"

Vince did not hand over the package, and kept a firm grip on it. He turned and looked at Thomas.

"This ain't gonna end well Thomas. Take your brothers and get outta here."

With those words, Vince dropped the package and stopped on it, revealing there to be 2 kilos, as promised.

After that, Thomas would not hear from Vince for another week or so, until one day he heard a knock at his office door and saw a note slip under. It said to meet in the back alleyway behind the best English pub in town. At hearing this, Thomas would have to decide to trust his shifty Italian friend, or to decide to not go meet Vince.