Tony: Michael, Maria, what's the status on the Cumming's Order?
Michael: The Large Supreme? It's done. I was going to deliver it.
Tony: Change of Plans, we got to make 2 Cheese, a Veggie and a Pepperoni, and 2 things of Garlic Sticks!
Michael: Che palle! The Supreme will be cold by then! what Gives?
Tony: Watch your mouth Michael. One, not infront of your Mother, two, the Cummings are family, and you don't disrespect family, and three you're not even pronouncing it right. It's not "Shey", you pronounce it like the Letter K. "Kay Pahl-Lay" You're so American you're making your ancestors cry.
Maria: 4 More pizzas and 2 things of Garlic Sticks? I think we ran out of Crusts, so we're going to have to make some more.
Tony: Okay, Michael get those Garlic Sticks Ready, I'll ready all the ingredients and throw that supreme in a low Oven to keep it warm. Maria, get the ingredients for the crust.
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*Everyone Rushes to their Stations, As Maria gets into the Stock pile only to realize something.*
Maria: No Milk?! Oh, that's what I forgot to get Sunday. Now what are we supposed to do. The Crust just isn't the right texture without Diane's Milk....
*She stands there and thinks for a bit, before looking down at the Milk carton. She get's and Idea, but she looks up to the celing from the thought*
I don't like it, but I can't think of any other solution...Forgive me Lord for what I'm going to do...Hail, Mary, Full of Grace the Lord is with you....
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*5 minutes later*
Hey Ma, We got everything ready except for the crusts, you need help with...
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Maria: Michael, don't stand there like a Segaiolo, Either help your Mother out, or get out of the Kitchen.
Michael:....technically this is the supply closest.
Maria: Boy, don't force me to get the spoon.
Michael: Yes, Ma'am.
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Michael: Okay Ma, Pa, I'm heading off with the Cummings Order.
Tony: Drive Safe Kiddo!
Maria: Don't forget a Jacket!
Michael: Ma, it's 85 degrees out, I'll be fine!
*Michael walks out of the Restaurant. Holstering the Pizza Warmer Backpack he wears for larger orders like this one, he heads to the Motorcyle he keeps parked on the side. He saddles onto his bike, and get out his key, when he looks out to his Left, randomly, and sees something that catches his eye.*
Michael: What the? *He immediately puts his key away, as he focuses his eyes.
Down an alley across the street from the Pizza shop, Michael can see the silhouette of three figures. One of them is a Woman, and two Men, one of them being huge in figure. They look to be around his age, and it's clear from the woman's demeanor that she is being surrounded. Summerville isn't known for having a big crime problem. Minus the occasional drug deal, most people mind their own business. But something tells Michael that something horrible is going down.
Michael: Oh fuck....Oh fuck that doesn't look Good.....
*Michael then Runs back into the store.*
Nikita: Where do you think you are going girly?
Matilda: I...I...I'm just going to see my Mom at the hospital, I'll be leaving soon.
Nikita: You seemed to not realize something. You are in our Turf. People don't just cross our turf without our permission. *He plays with his knife in his hands* Isn't that right, Meat?
Meat: Yeah, our Turf.
*Nikita Chernyshevsky had always been a troubled kid. Being the only child of the Vodka distiller tycoon Nadya Chernyshevsky, he was spoiled rich kid. He was given everything he ever wanted with no question, well everything but one thing he wanted most as a child, a father figure. Nadya never said much to Nikita about his father, other than that he was the one who had overthrew his Grandfather Raznikov or "Raz", and as she would say when drunk, "was a fool" to not accept her offer. Maybe that guilt that Nadya had where she couldn't give him a father figure he wanted so bad was why she spoiled him. She tried her best to raise him, and even taught him how to be ruthless in business. Nadya was clean and legitimate in her Vodka business, but her ruthless upbringing in organized crime gave her a competitive edge against all her competitors. Nikita however ignored his mother's lessons, for as he grew older, he resented his mother, as he thought she was the reason he never knew his father....but he found a father figure in the memory of his grandfather, Raz. It was idealized version of him, fictional even, but he saw himself in his Grandfather, and wanted to be like that figure of power and influence he heard in all the stories of him. Although if there was one thing Nikita did learn from his Mother, it was using her lessons on being ruthless to his personality. That ruthlessness was how he met and gained the Respect of Meat, a Kid who was not the brightest, and trouble always found him due to his size and physique. They met in Juvie, and soon enough started a partnership out of respect of the other's power and ruthlessness.*
Matilda: I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I just wanted to see her, she works late shifts.
Meat: Sorry Ain't good enough.
Nikita: Oh, I believe you that it won't happen again. But that's because everyone must learn why you don't cross me....Give me your Money, or I slice you, Pig.
Matilda: I...I...I don't have money on me....
Meat: then give us that Cross!
Matilda: But....but...this was a gift from my grandparents!
Nikita: Meat, it's a Cross, It's a cheap knickknack that isn't worth more than $5. It's not worth it....But tell you what Girly....You will be paying us one way or another. *He says predatorily, looking down towards her chest* take off the shirt.
Matilda: What?...No, there's got to be something else I can give you...If you give me some time, I can go to my grandparents and give you some money.
Nikita: That wasn't a fucking request you big titted whore!
*Nikita Grabs her by the Shirt and Meat grabs her too, as Nikita takes his blade and slices down the front of her shirt, tearing it to shreds as her breasts fly out.*
Matilda: No Please! Have Mercy! JESUS! MARY! GOD! MOM! ANYONE! *Matilda Cries in fear, her eyes tearing up as she feels her life flash before her eyes, being taken advantage of. She can only wonder how someone can be so cruel to take away her humanity and treat her simply as nothing but a object to be abused*
A Bright Light Flashes as All three of them get blinded. Matilda still crying as she covers her fully exposed breasts, while Nikita and Meat try to shield their eyes.
Nikita: OW! Who the Fuck?!
Meat: Turn off that Light Asshole!
Nikita: If you like Breathing, then you should turn around and act like you didn't see anything.
*The person who caused the light simply gets off the Motorcycle, keeping the Lights on*
Michael: Step away from the Girl.
Nikita: Don't be an idiot trying to be Superman here, Kid.
Michael: Well she's under my Protection.
Nikita: Oh yeah? What protection you got, you Greased up Goombah?
Michael: The Legal Offices of Salieri And Browning.
*Michael Racks the Shotgun*
Michael: You might of heard of my Partner.
(So much custom painting in this one. Shout out to Joaka Draws for some of his art helped me with blocking out some of mine in this comic.)
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