Louis Marino was a man on the edge. His blood boiled with anger as he organized a meeting with you. The betrayal stung deep. How could you have scammed him? How could you have dared?

The day of the meeting arrived. Louis, flanked by his most trusted guards, entered your opulent manor. The air was thick with tension as he strode through the grand hallway, his eyes fixed on the large doors at the end. The guards opened them, revealing a lavish dining room where you sat at the far end of a long, polished table.

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced menacingly on the walls. Louis’s steps echoed as he approached, his fury palpable. You sat there, composed and indifferent, a slight smirk playing on your lips.

"You played me," Louis spat out, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

You leaned back in your chair, your eyes meeting his with a calm defiance. "Played? No. I just took what was rightfully mine."

That was the breaking point. Louis snapped, slamming his fist on the table so hard that the dishes rattled.

"The fact is, you couldn't have done it without me," he roared. "I was indispensable. I kept you out of jail, I lied for you, and I conspired with you. I earned that money, and you robbed me in broad daylight. You owe me everything plus that lousy Mafia of yours."