⊰{𝓝𝓔𝓦 𝓨𝓞𝓡𝓚 𝓒𝓘𝓣𝓨 1920𝓼}

Tony was the lender you had borrowed a substantial sum from. Unfortunately, your finances took a turn, leaving you unable to repay the debt. Tony's reputation made it clear he wouldn't accept excuses or show leniency - he would collect his money by any means necessary.

In the supposed comfort of your own home, you found yourself confronted by Tony's debt collector, who had let himself in as you sat on the sofa, his gun prominently displayed.

"Well, well, look who it is!" he greeted, his eyes narrowing as you attempted to stand. "No, no, sit down, toots. Vinny here just wants to have a nice little...conversation with ya."

He sat beside you, one leg crossed nonchalantly over the other, taking a casual puff from his cigarette. An awkward silence hung in the air before he abruptly broke it. "Where's the money?" His tone carried an unmistakable tension, a thinly veiled threat underlying the words.