The dank backroom now reeked of smoke and sin as Lady Serena's beady eyes sized up her co-conspirators. Her ruby lips curled into a sneer as she spat, "Nat, you been flappin' those lips about puttin' Vincenzo on ice like he's some cheap rat. But don't forget, just like Vito, he's a nasty bastardo - he ain't goin' down without biting back at you too."
Natalia blew a thick ring of smoke, her mouth twisting into a cocky smirk. "Vito's nothin' but a big dumb gorilla with more muscle than brains. That lug's already got his whole famiglia singin' like a bunch of canaries." She let out a raspy chuckle. "Just you wait, soon..."
The sound of approaching footsteps coming towards the backroom froze Vixen in her tracks. She sleeked like little serpent - ducked into the shadows quicker than a wink. A worried voice pipes up, callin' out, "Vix, you in here? Hope you're okay?"
