Love Without Time Limits AC2

"What's another name of danger?! Yes! You thought it right! Messing with us!"

"...The Nostras..."

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Dark Night club was loud with the roar of music as drunk people danced their stress and life off themselves on the neon green dancing floor. On the other side, black couches were resting in shape of rectangle on which men in suits clanked their glasses filled to the brim with ale for the celebration of living to see another day in this sadistic world.

Samuel and Paul were sitting in the club for over two hours, scouring for the infamous Mr. Salvatore, the leader of The Nostras, who was rumored to visit The Dark Night tonight. Word had gotten around that the infamous mafia family had been keeping temporary residence in the city of New York.

"Over here," Paul said pointing to a large man in rich black suit sitting in the far corner of Club with a glass of spirytus vodka in his hand. His face could be hardly seen by the darkness in that far corner, only his grey eyes could be seen glistening in the dark.

"Silvio Salvatore," Paul said in awe.

"How do you know it's him?" Samuel asked staring.

"Look at him! His hand alone can crush your empty skull! He destroyed an entire group of Costras all on his own with his bare hands. It was rumored that not a man was left with his head attached to his shoulders," Paul said getting up.

"Wait!" Samuel said grabbing Paul's hand, "what if it doesn't work and he tries to kill us instead of helping us? If rumours are true about him....you'll be dead before you could even utter a word."

Paul peered down at Samuel with determination in his eyes. "With the Silas' expected arrival, we're dead either way, Samuel."

Paul ripped his arm out of Samuel's grip and stalked over to Silvio sitting in isolated corner. Paul tried to gather his courage and took deep breaths to calm his nerves. But the closer he approached the more his courage seemed to dissipated. He walked carefully before stopping in front of the table.

Silvio hardly stirred at Paul's presence.

Swallowing hard, Paul took a deep breath before speaking.

"H..hello, sir. M-my name is Paul. Paul from Elias gang."

"Do I scare you?," Silvio's voice rumbled like a thunder and Paul jumped from his skin from how deep and commanding it was.

Paul was thrown off my the question. He was battling between yes and no.

"Y-yes, sir-"

"That explains the stuttering," Silvio grumbled.

Paul took deep breath to calm his beating heart. "My apologies, sir. I-It is not everyday that people like us speaks to a....Salvatore."

Silvio lifted his head and Paul immediately met his icy grey gaze.

"What do you want?" Silvio demanded.

Paul looked at him nervously as he quietly sat down, his fingers playing anxiously with each other.

"Andros...if you've heard of them, are a violent group of northern side of New York, capturing and claiming other parts of city as their own. My friend....Samuel and I, we've come to seek your help to help us defend our territory."

Silvio peered at Paul for a second before he scoffed and leaned back in his seat.

"Get the fuck out of my sight."

Paul looked at him wide eyed.

"But, sir-" He started before Silvio suddenly pulled a gun out of his black suit jacket and pointed it at his head, right between his eyes. Paul looked terrified at Silvio's irritated face.

"Fuck off!" He growled.

Paul immediately scrambled to his feet and rushed out of there when suddenly his body collided with another as he fell onto the floor.

Paul slowly looked up at the man in front of him holding a gun in his hand. His breathed out in panic as he regretted his entire idea of coming for help from Nostras. He knew about the consequences yet again he decided to play with fire and now he was going to get burn. Many knew about cruelty and brutal track record of infamous Silvio Salvatore who was known for his heartless and terrifying ways to torture his enemies, and Paul was seeing himself in his enemies list.

"D-Dante Adios!" Paul breathed out in shock and fear as he saw very familiar man standing in front of him. Dante Adios, right hand man of Silvio, second in command of Nostras, and close friend of Silvio Salvatore, people often call him by the name that best suited him, HEADSHOT. The sniping skills he learned and acquired since the age of ten was something he was proud of. He was known for how neatly he could shot a person without a sound.

Unlike Silvio, Dante was wearing a white shirt folded up to his elbow with contrasting dark pants. The dark ink markings on his skin were more prevalent than his own bronzed skin.

"Who's this?" Dante said looking skeptically at Paul as he leaned down on his knees. Paul trembled as he looked at Dante's brown eyes.

"I-m sorry! I w-was just l-leaving!" He breathed out as adrenaline rushed through his veins. Survival instinct kicked in as he prayed to god to save him from this.

"Let him go, Dante," Silvio said coldly.

Paul gulped down the lump of saliva that formed, and looking around the bar for his friend who was trying to act like he wasn't watching anything. Silvio looked at Paul as his eyes focused on Samuel pleading him to help him.

Silvio looked from Paul to Samuel as a amused grin painted on his face.

"Actually, I have a better option," Silvio grinned as he drank from his glass before looking at Paul who was trembling on the ground. Paul looked terrifyingly at him before he lost his all hope.

"Have a drink with me," Paul was confused. Where did this all playfulness came from? Silvio's laugh and grins was making him more scared and anxious. For once in his lifetime, he wished not to saw Silvio Salvatore smile, because there was saying in mafia world, 'The only thing scarier than Silvio Salvatore's scowl is his smile,'.

"Perhaps I should go," Paul said trying to get up.

"What's the rush? Stick around," Silvio said cheerfully as he stood up and walked towards where Paul was. Paul panicked as he felt his body getting frozen.

"Sit!" Silvio demanded. There was flicker in his blue grey eye that stuck fear in Paul's heart as he quickly sat on the seat.

"What's the proposition?" Silvio asked smilingly a she sat back in his seat and sipped from his glass. Dante stood next to him glaring at Paul.

"M-me and m-my friend, Samuel-" Paul started.

"Ah! Friend! Where's he?" Silvio said looking around as Dante tried not to smirk. Dante knew sadistic ways of Silvio. Paul looked towards where Samuel was sitting as he gulped down the fear.

"Is he the blondie watching from across the bar, cowering in fear...?" Silvio asked innocently as he waved him over. Samuel's eyes widen as he saw Silvio waving over to him. He cautiously slipped from his stool as he carefully walked over to them.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed, isn't it?..." Silvio teased. "How supportive," he said sarcastically.

"I- We-" Samuel started but couldn't found the right words to say not get himself killed.

Silvio let out a laugh a she banged his hand on the table making it shake.

"To be honest.... I d-don't kno w-what to say," Samuel muttered as Silvio pointed at seat next to Paul. Samuel quietly sat a she looked expectantly at Silvio.

"Will you help....us then!" Samuel asked desperately after relaying his request to Silvio.

"Hmm....you should know that our...services dont come cheap..." Silvio said leaning back as he rotated his gun in his hand.

"Name your price..." Samuel said quickly.

"You can't afford me..." Silvio scoffed.