"Big V, you all right? It's nearly midnight," Ratso waved a hand in front of the crime lord's face. When there was no answer, he asked again, "Big V! Hey, anybody home in there?" A painful grip stopped the continuous motion of his arm before slamming it hard onto the table.
"I'm fine, Ratso. Do shut up, will you?" Valmont commanded. "I'm tired, and —"
What he meant to say was remained a mystery. His cell phone went off, and he answered immediately, all signs of weariness fading away instantly.
"Jackie? What took you so long? I've been worried sick!" Val's voice boomed, as he made his way to his room for privacy.
"I know, I just got back," Jackie yawned on the other end of the line. Valmont cursed mentally. That meant he wouldn't be able to see Jackie until the next day. "I brought something back for you."
"You're all that I need, you idiot," Valmont cooed. "So what did you bring me, anyway?"