Sins of Years Passed
Fear the man who has lost everything, and is put into position to lose it again - BattleUnit3
Chapter 3
Paulie Lorenzo is many things. He's a notorious gangster, He's ruthless but he is well respected because of it. He can be the meanest son of a bitch if you cross him, yet he can be your most loyal friends. The one thing that Don Lorenzo is well known for, is being a family man.
When a boy of only eleven comes into his office, his head hung low. He could sense the intense presence the boy seemed to emanate, an intense fire of anger with a hint of forlorn present in his gaze. You could say the mobster's interest is peaked, as only the truly desperate would face Royal Wood's most well know mob boss
The boy sat across from him, studying him with a calculated stare from the large leather arm chair. He isn't intimated by the powerful man sitting across from him, at least he doesn't visibly show it. The man watches the boy for a few moments, chomping on his Cuban cigar.
"So, Kid. What brings you into my office on this fine day?" The don inquires, the boy's face turning into grimace.
"You don't know me; my name isn't important to you yet. But I need information, guns and a fighting force. It would be in your best interest to provide me with these things" the boy says, his voice squeaking as he tries to sound intimidating
The don looks stunned for a moment, his face quickly curling into a grin as burst into laughter at the gall of this youngster to threaten the don of Royal Woods. He leans forward, blowing some into the young boy's face.
"Why should I give these to you kid? What threat do you pose to me?" The don asks, signalling to his boys to apprehend the kid
Before the Don is finished with his gesture, the young white-haired male grabs his hand. A sharp, intense pain rushes through him as his hand is swiftly pinned to the mahogany table with a nasty looking combat knife.
With his other hand, the young boy pulls a pistol from seemingly nowhere. With the swiftness and precision of a well-trained soldier the two goons are thrown back by well-placed shots to their heads, their bodies slumping over lifelessly. Paulie flinches as the barrel of a gun his pressed against his forehead, the cold and calculated stare sending a shiver down his spine in an unprecedented display of fear.
"I have a very well-trained retinue of skills and don't give two shits if I have to wipe you off the fucking face of the earth, along with everyone associated with your organisation. But I have needs and I think we can help each other. So, Let's Talk" The boy say, pulling the knife free from the Paulie's hand "And don't bother pulling gun on me. I can guarantee I'm quicker shot than you"
"What do you want then, huh?" Paulie say, nursing his crippled hand
"Primarily information, occasionally guns and explosives. I would also like to contract your construction company to build me something. With no questions asked and occasionally I might borrow some men off you to act as cannon fodder. I will repay with both money and services. Which reminds me" The boy begins, pulling a severed hand from his jacket
"What's this?" Paulie asks curiously
"The left hand of La mamba negra, the leader of the drug cartel that is pushing into your territory" He says, throwing it onto the desk
Lincoln leaves, the mob boss stuck in stunned silence. Paulie Lorenzo looks up from the severed on his desk, seeing the young man walk down the hallway that is littered with the dead bodies of his men.
The young white-haired vault hunter makes his trek back to the hospital, his mind preoccupied as he walks. His thoughts where on his family, whom he had walked in on earlier that day.
Lori, Luna and Luan had been trying to comfort their younger siblings, who where crying at the news of their father's death. Despite all the war, death and tragedy Lincoln had seen, he was nearly moved to tears.
He wanted to go comfort them, but his body stood rooted in place. He felt detached from his own family, like an outsider look in on a tragic situation. It brought up old guilt and shame, weighing him down.
He said nothing, he couldn't bring himself to. Lincoln turned and walked out, out of the room and out of the hospital. Luckily, his knowledge of the past let him navigate to where he wanted to go. It wasn't long before he stood outside the building that housed the Lorenzo, he didn't go in because he needed to gather up a bargaining chip first.
Lincoln's mind is pulled out of thought as he passes the royal woods courthouse, a thought popping into his mind. Deciding that should anything happen to his mother, he sets up a contingency plan
The whole process only takes a few hours, sped up drastically with well placed bribes and threats on officials using the information provided by Mr. Lorenzo. Lincoln had made the Loud family untouchable, as no government official in the royal woods area would even consider breaking the family up
Satisfied with his work in the courthouse, he made his way to the ruins of his old home. He arrived at the remains of burnt rubble and shattered memories, sifting through the debris for anything that can be salvaged.
Finding nothing but ash and cinders, he sits on the ruined porch of his family home. For the first time in many decades, Lincoln wept and finally mourned his loss. It wasn't until a familiar figured greeted him, did the de-aged vault hunter calm himself
"I am very sorry about what happened son" Albert says, sitting next to the boy on the steps
"Thank you. But I shouldn't be here, wallowing in misery. I have a family to rebuild, it's up to me to keep them together" Lincoln states with a serious tone, looking up at the elderly man.
In all his years, Albert Loud has only seen the serious, far off look in fellow soldiers who have served in countless wars. To see it in his own grandson's eye, sends a chill down the old marine's spine
"By the way, should anything happen to Mom. You're our legal guardian, just so you know" The young boy states "Now if you will excuse me, I have to go tend to my sisters"
If there is anything Albert can say, it's that Lincoln Loud has the world on his shoulders
A/N: Haha! I am still here, I managed to sneak this in before I get to swamped with work and school. Also, before anyone says anything, I do not know anything about the American legal system and I'm not saying it's corrupt, but I really didn't wanna have to write out the whole process of what Lincoln was doing.
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He23t – I am glad you are enjoying it, as for your question. That depends if you guys want it to be Lemon and or Loudcest, for now It won't. If I get a large request for it, I might consider it.
BattleUnit3: Truer words never spoken. Is that a quote from somewhere or did you make that up. Either way, I am including it in my story.
Nuuo – Thanks, I'll try update as frequently as I can but it might take me a while to belt another chapter out. My fiancé is a wonderful man whom I love very dearly, without out him. I wouldn't be who I am today. As for your question about tier/ calibre. I don't what would be the real world calibre but the Infinity Pistol it's self in game is a legendary tier weapon. As for some of his other gear. His grenades are legendary tier shock elemental. His class mod is obviously legendary with bonuses to Cooldown Rate: +47%, Gun Damage: +39%, Fire Rate: +25%, +5 Sentry, +5 Ready, +5 Impact, +5 Expertise, +5 Healthy, +5 Preparation. These will make sense to anyone who has played Borderlands 2. Also his shield is legendary tier.
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