Phoebe

"Phoebe"

"Hey, Mr. Castelloro, what can I do for you?"

"You told me there was no way that the Nosa Costra would trace Soot back to me."

"What?"

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"Don't give me that crap, Phoebe. I've had seven of my men murdered in the last month. Gunned down in the streets in Rindburg."

"Oh shit. I… I'm sorry."

"That's not good enough. How did they find out?"

"I don't know! I had no idea. There's no proof…"

"What, did you think they would wait until a court said you stole their dragon? This isn't about proof, Phoebe. This is the deadliest gang in Occidens and they've declared all-out fucking war on me because of you."

"I'm sorry, I don't-"

"You'd better start winning races again. I've got a lot of funerals to pay for."