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The-Reaper walks into the cold dark room inside the old abandon mansion in New Orleans. Inside a man almost as big as the chair he sat in waved his hand to say "come over here" and The-Reaper did so without hesitation.
"Mr.Reaper, I understand that you are a man of many talents. No? ah Prego, accomodatevi." said the man in a thick Italian accent.
The-Reaper knew enough Italian to understand that he was being asked to sit. and did so.
"po 'di vino?" asked the Italian man.
"No, no grazie." answered The-Reaper a bit annoyed and anxious to get to the point.
"Tutti i diritti, lets get to the point shall we? Mr.Reaper being a man a many talents I wish for you to use one of those talents, you see this, this figlio di una cagna wishes to marry my daughter, normally this would not be a problem but i had one of my men follow him, and it turns out he is cheating on my beloved figlia. When I tried to tell my daughter she didn't believe me and said she would never forgive me if I killed her fiencè. and that is where you come in. you are her to kill this bastardo. during the wedding is the only possible time, all my men including my best hitters will be there and I will be able to say it was one of my enemies. I will pay you $100,000 per person, the groom, all the groomsmen, and the entire bastard family who are on the right side. in total that is 25 people."
The Italian man went over to a safe not very well hidden, and pulled out the contents and placed a duffle bag containing 2.5 mil on the table.
"I will do what i can." said the-Reaper taking the duffle bag and walking out the front door.
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