"Fuck You"

Matteo is drenched inside a phone booth. He was calling Arakis. 3 weeks ago Arakis gave him this job after the Warehouse Fight "It seems you still get the moves" Arakis commented. He sent Matteo to NY in an early flight. He said that someone owes the family big money. Cornell Newburn, he is the guy. he was a top notch coke dealer in CHI, he left several weeks ago, while still having $50,000,000 debt to the family. After several days harassing people to get information, he can finally locates Cornell. He has positioned himself in a nice place as a loanshark. He also have several bodyguards available, therefore Matteo can't approach him just yet. Matteo asked Arakis to get some men help him here as Cornell is too tough to beat alone. Arakis laughed at this, and said that he would send KL to help him. Matteo immediately closed the phone.

Now, Matteo is seated inside a stolen coupe, waiting just outside of a local bar. He has been doing his homework. He knows Cornell's agenda. Every thursday night he would come here and drink his ass off, not alone of course. A heavy always accompany him, Vladimir Mikhaelov. He is 6 feet 7 inches and 280 lbs. A hard russian. Matteo already checked him though. He tested him out on a brawl last week, putting an act as a drunk. The result is Matteo's broken nose. The guy is too strong to fight cleanly. Now Matteo steadies himself, rolling his coupe window as he tried to relax, enjoying the night's wind. Hours has passed, many cigarette has lost their lives in the lips of Matteo.

It is 4 A.M now, and Cornell seems to be getting out of the bar. Matteo rushes his engine as he took a glimpse of this. He then awaits for the big guy. "There you are, fucktard" he snares. Vladimir is giving Cornell a nice back ride because he just too drunk to walk. Matteo hit the gas, intending to crash. "Choo Choo Motherfuckerl!" He said as the coupe comes fast. Vladimir reacted by throwing his boss to the otherside and getting rammed by the car instead. The car hits him hard, he was thrown away for a couple of yards. He was drenched with blood coming off from his head.

"I said choo! Choo! Motherfucker!" Matteo said coming out from the coupe. He is not in a better condition  either. He is drenched by blood too. The impact made tits tolls. His left arm is busted, and his head is sweating blood as well. Matteo immediately searches for Cornell who is still wasted in the sidewalk. He runs toward him and starts slapping him.

"Wake up, Smart man, There are debts to pay." Matteo sings a lullaby.

Suddenly a force took him away from Cornell. It was Vladimir, and he is now choking Matteo from the back. He is immovable as he tries to choke Matteo to death. Matteo then rummages his breast pocket and finds some brass knuckle. He puts it on and launches a hack punch to Vladimir's right knee. Vladimir stands tough for a few moments, but releases Matteo soon after. Matteo runs forward and readies his position. He sees that Vladimir's broken ribs are poking out. He then launches attacks toward it. Vladimir tries to block this but it is futile, Matteo is far too agile for him. Matteo can withstand the pain from his lleft arm as he keeps landing hits on Vladimir. Matteo runs right and left making his opponent lost his footing and when he does lost it he then striken by Matteo's middle hook that made him on his knee. Matteo then busts Vladimir's right knee to immobilize him.  "Fuck you bitch! Stay there! It ain't over yet" He said.

Matteo came back to Cornell who is half-awake now. He immediately strikes him with a light jab. 

"Vhaat the fuucck!! You fisssh of shiii!!! Don't you know who i am!!!" The little man angered.

"Yea, I know you. You are in debt to Koehler by $50,000,000 and another $50,000,000 to me!" Matteo grabs the man's collar and pulls him up.

"Shiii!!! I AM NOT INDEBTED TO ANYON- AFFFHKK!!"

Just before he can say anymore words, Matteo headbutted him, resulting a few lose of teeth. 

"Pay up now, or you will lose some more limbs everytime you speak." 

"Fwait,,fwait juz a minishh... I.. kuuh" The man rummages his breast pocket, getting some paper out. Matteo took it and read it. It seems that it is the man's bank account and all that is needed to withdraw from it.

Matteo then put it in his back pocket, he then leaves Cornell and Vladimir in the cold street of NY.

"Fucking punks! Better pay your debts next time!"