Romano was a liar. They did not go to the mall or museums. And Romano's
friends weren't to friendly. In fact they stopped by a street corner
and jumped two guys, and robbed them of their money. The two guys ran
away for their lives. "That was horrible!", Virgin told them when they
got in the car and drove off. Romano sneered. "You want to fucking
know something? When your rich... you can do whatever the fuck you
want!", Romano told him. Virgin could not find anything to say back.
Romano was right. Virgin grinned. He could just let loose just this
once... No one personal would know. "Were going to rob a bank. Were
the fucking mafia! We can do it. Here's a gun.", Romano said. His
friend dropped them behind the bank. It was nightfall. They snuck in
through the back window. One of the mafia cracked the lock and entered
the safe. Virgin laughed. Piles and piles of money were stacked in the
safe. "Dig deep potato bastard!", Romano said taking handfuls of bills
and dumping them into his bag. Virgin did the same. With each passing
euro he got, his country along with him grew stronger and stronger.
They snuck out fifteen minutes later, the money with them.