The Vito Betrayal – Day 4

Insanity had done it, he had made the life work for him, of course, not everything was good and fine. He had been dealing with some uptown Vegas punks and they decided to try and rob him, they didn’t get very far, in fact, they had been busted up and thrown onto the street, being left as a reminder of fucking up in his state or even, his home city, Vegas.

After that, he had taken a few calls, dealt with some things, and would meet up with a family head from one of the outside families. Apparently a family friend from Sicily, the Pavanno’s, they were thinking of branching out and getting his blessing, something that was on his mind, they were old-timers but recently, they had fallen on some hard times and wanted to bring their name to mean something again.

He agreed to meet ’em for a dinner meet up at Tony’s Steakhouse, as he stepped out of the car that night, he was immediately fired upon, multiple rounds of an M203, his driver burned rubber and made sure to lose the fucks. Hoping to give his boss some time to get back to the HQ before something really bad happened, yet there was a roadblock…

Multiple gunmen, got out from the alleyways and from behind the roadblock, backing up…the driver was fired upon and his head fell forward, the honk sending out a warning for all civilians to rush and duck to their homes immediately…

Sending a quick prayer to his beloved, Ares/Insanity had stepped out of the car….first bringing out his .44 and killing a few of these rookies, he was not going to make the thing he was some dog, he was not an easy kill for some mustache Pete Bastardo! With a roar, he continued cleaning house until…he well lost all of it and twenty bodies littered the ground…..

“VITO! You fuck, get out here, I know you set this up, come on and greet you Jared Leto Joker!”

And so the mastermind stepped out from the shadows, he didn’t even look like a young Marlon brando…he just looked fucked, his chair messy and unkempt, his eyes wild and somehow focused, yet the intent behind them…it was clear that he was not going to be looking for some peace, he wanted war and Insanity was the first on his list.

One-Shot…Two Shots…Three Shots…and he was still standing, Ares looked down at the holes in his body, the blood pooling and soaking his white shite, almost turning it into a blood-red wine shirt and his eyes soon became focused as a rage-filled him, tackling
Vito to the ground with the intent of murder!

And punches were flown, some landed and others did not, yet all the remained was the blood and roars of the men fighting in the streets before Vito could put Ares out of his misery, the God of War had reached for his piece, almost firing, only to try and reload and that was it……

A squelch and a groan of pain from Ares as he looked up into the eyes of Vito, his would-be murderer, the bastard really was trying this….he was sending a message that he was back…

“Fuck…..You!”

And like that, darkness swallowed the God of War…