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Godfather System C126 Proposition
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 14:16:22 +0000 UTCAs Lorenzo grasped Thomas's hand, he smiled warmly. "The journey was quite pleasant, thank you for asking. Your English countryside is truly a sight to behold."
Thomas's lips curved into a slight smile. "And what do you think of our humble Small Heath so far, Mr. Lupo?"
Lorenzo's eyes twinkled as he responded, "It has its own unique charm, I must say. There's a certain... charm to the place that you don't find in Los Angeles."
Thomas let out a low chuckle. "Charm, eh? That's a diplomatic way of putting it. Around here, we'd say it's only foreigners who find charm in this place." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "To us locals, it's mostly just shit."
Lorenzo laughed heartily at Thomas's candid assessment. "Well, I must admit, the open-air drug deals and public urination do add a certain... piquant flavor to the neighborhood ambiance."
Thomas puffed on his cigarette, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You've got a way with words, Mr. Lupo. But I suspect you didn't cross an ocean for the pleasure of our company and local color."
Lorenzo nodded, his expression growing more serious. "Indeed, Mr. Shelby. I believe we have some business to discuss."
Thomas's eyes sharpened, all traces of humor vanishing. He turned to Harry, his voice commanding. "Clear the pub. Family only."
Harry nodded, quickly ushering the remaining patrons out. The regulars, well-versed in Shelby business practices, needed little encouragement to make themselves scarce.
As the last customer shuffled out, Thomas locked the door behind them. The atmosphere in The Garrison shifted palpably, tension crackling in the air.
Polly, Arthur, and John gathered closer, their faces a mix of curiosity and wariness. Harry retreated to the back room, knowing better than to be present for what was to come.
Thomas turned back to Lorenzo, his piercing blue eyes assessing. "Well then, Mr. Lupo. You have our undivided attention. What proposition brings the Wolf of Los Angeles to our doorstep?"
Lorenzo's smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Before we dive into business, I couldn't help but notice... isn't there another Shelby missing? Your sister, perhaps?"
Thomas's eyes flashed with surprise, quickly masked by his usual stoic expression. "How do you know about our sister?"
Arthur stepped forward, his posture tense. "What's your interest in Ada, eh?"
Lorenzo leaned back, his demeanor casual but his eyes sharp. "I'm always interested in meeting the pretty ladies of London. I hear she's quite the firebrand."
John and Arthur exchanged glances, their protective instincts flaring. John spoke up, his voice gruff. "You'd best watch yourself, Lupo. Our Ada's off-limits."
Lorenzo laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Gentlemen, please. I'm a perfect gentleman. I never touch a woman... unless she wants me to."
The tension in the room ratcheted up a notch. Thomas, however, remained calm, his mind already calculating potential angles. He saw an opportunity in Lorenzo's interest, but decided to steer the conversation back to safer ground.
"Mr. Lupo," Thomas said, his voice cutting through the tension, "perhaps we should focus on the business that brought you here. Ada's personal life is her own affair."
Lorenzo nodded, appreciating Thomas's diplomacy. "Of course, Mr. Shelby. You're right. Shall we get down to brass tacks?"
As Lorenzo prepared to lay out his proposition, the atmosphere in The Garrison crackled with anticipation.
As Lorenzo motioned to his men, the atmosphere in The Garrison suddenly became tense. Arthur and John instinctively reached for their caps, ready to draw their hidden razors. Polly's hand inched towards her purse, where she kept a small pistol.
Thomas, however, remained eerily calm, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Lorenzo's face.
With swift movements, Adam and Leo reached into their coats. The Shelby brothers tensed, expecting to see the glint of gun barrels. Instead, to their surprise, the men produced stacks of papers, laying them out on the table with practiced precision.
Thomas's eyebrow arched slightly, the only indication of his interest. "What's all this then?" he asked, his voice level.
Lorenzo smiled, spreading his hands over the documents. "Gentlemen, and lady," he nodded respectfully to Polly, "what you see before you is the future. Our future, if you're willing to entertain my proposition."
The papers, upon closer inspection, appeared to be maps, shipping schedules, and financial projections. Thomas leaned in, his keen mind already processing the information before him.
"You've certainly come prepared, Mr. Lupo," Thomas remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Lorenzo's smile widened. "I never enter a negotiation without all my cards on the table, Mr. Shelby."
Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Thomas, why don't you do us the honor of reading my proposition aloud? I believe it will be... illuminating for everyone present."
Thomas nodded, his face impassive as he picked up the document. He cleared his throat and began to read, his voice steady and clear.
"The plan is to establish a legitimate shipping company operating out of key ports: Los Angeles, Liverpool, and London. We'd be using the Shelby Company Limited's existing infrastructure here in the UK, combined with Mr. Lupo's resources on the West Coast of America."
John whistled low, clearly impressed by the scope. Arthur leaned in, his earlier hostility forgotten in the face of such ambition.
Thomas continued, "On the surface, we'd be shipping textiles, machinery, agricultural products... even some luxury goods like fine wines."
Polly's eyes narrowed, knowing there had to be more. "And under the surface?" she prompted.
Thomas scanned the document. "It seems Mr. Lupo is proposing we use this legitimate business as a cover for smuggling weapons and untaxed alcohol. There's also mention of offering money laundering services to select clientele."
When Thomas reached the profit-sharing section, he paused, his eyebrow arching slightly. "The proposed split is 70% for the Lupo Family and 30% for Shelby Company Limited."
A ripple of discontent passed through the Shelby clan. Arthur's face reddened, while John scoffed audibly. Even Polly's eyes narrowed in disapproval.
Lorenzo, noting their reactions, quickly interjected. "I understand this might seem imbalanced at first glance. However, consider that the Lupo Family will be shouldering the majority of the initial investment and risk. We're providing the infrastructure on the American side, which is considerably more extensive than what we're asking of you in England."
Thomas's face remained impassive as he considered Lorenzo's words, the gears in his mind already turning.
Adam leaned forward, his voice steady and confident. "You have to understand, our family's operations are significantly larger than the Peaky Blinders. We're investing far more resources into this partnership."
Leo nodded in agreement, adding with a hint of condescension, "In fact, you should be grateful that the boss is even considering you. There are plenty of other gangs we could partner with instead."
The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the Shelbys absorbed this blunt assessment of their position. Thomas's face remained impassive, but a muscle twitched in his jaw.
Lorenzo smiled, his eyes locked on Thomas. "You see, Mr. Shelby, the Peaky Blinders, impressive as they are, aren't irreplaceable in this equation. I could seek out other partners." He paused, letting the words sink in. "The main reason I'm here is our history. Our partnership during the war proved fruitful, and I believe we could achieve great things together again."
The Shelby clan exchanged glances, a mix of anger and uncertainty in their eyes. They weren't accustomed to being spoken to this way, especially not in their own territory.
Thomas took a long drag from his cigarette, his mind working furiously behind his calm exterior. When he spoke, his voice was level, betraying no emotion. "And what makes you so certain, Mr. Lupo, that we don't have other potential partners as well?"
Lorenzo's smile never wavered as he responded to Thomas's challenge. "Of course, Mr. Shelby, I'm sure a man of your reputation has no shortage of potential allies. However, I doubt any of them can offer the same level of resources, connections, and experience in transatlantic operations that we bring to the table."
He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. "Besides, our history gives us a unique advantage. We already know we work well together."
Thomas nodded slowly, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I see. Well, Mr. Lupo, you've certainly given us a lot to consider. We'll need some time to discuss this proposal among ourselves."
Lorenzo inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Understandable. However, I should inform you that my time in England is limited. I'll be returning to Los Angeles in a few days." His tone became more pointed. "It would be in everyone's best interest if you could reach a decision quickly. Opportunities like this don't come along every day, Mr. Shelby."
The implied pressure wasn't lost on anyone in the room. Arthur and John exchanged glances, while Polly's eyes narrowed slightly.
Thomas, however, remained unruffled. "We appreciate your time constraints, Mr. Lupo. Rest assured, we don't make a habit of letting good opportunities slip through our fingers." He stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. "We'll be in touch soon."
As Lorenzo and his men prepared to leave, the atmosphere in The Garrison remained charged with tension and possibility. The Shelby family had a lot to discuss, and not much time to do it.
As the door closed behind Lorenzo and his men, the Shelby family erupted into heated discussion.
Arthur slammed his fist on the table. "Seventy-thirty? Who the fuck does he think he is?"
John nodded vigorously, his face flushed with anger. "Right! We're not some small-time outfit he can push around. We've built something here."
Polly, her eyes sharp, turned to Thomas. "It's a bold offer, I'll give him that. But the terms... Tommy, we can't seriously be considering this."
Throughout their outbursts, Thomas remained silent, his eyes focused on some distant point, mind whirring with calculations and possibilities.
"Tommy?" Arthur pressed, growing impatient with his brother's silence. "What are you thinking?"
Thomas took a long drag from his cigarette before finally speaking. "What I'm thinking, brother, is that Lorenzo Lupo didn't cross an ocean to lowball us. This is a negotiation, and he's started high."
"But Tommy," John interjected, "he made it clear he could go elsewhere."
Thomas's lips curled into a slight smile. "Did he now? Or did he just want us to think that?" He stood up, pacing slowly. "No, Lorenzo needs us as much as we could use him. He has no foothold in Europe, and we have connections he can't easily replicate."
Polly leaned forward, intrigued. "So what's your play, Thomas?"
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Fécavio L'imortel
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Divine
Great chapter as always
