"When he wakes up we can finally get this meeting going, Jesus Luigi! Why the fuck can't you control yourself?"

"If you had seen the way he was acting, you'd have done it too Amber!" the last word was just laced with anger.

"It's Carmela! I've told you never to call me Amber again, and I've changed."

Her brother scoffed and planted himself in one of the chairs near Ambers desk.

Carmela sighed as she sat down at her desk, her late father he'd been sick a long time, and the Largo offspring had just been waiting for the old man to tell them who would inherit his legacy. Surprisingly when he finally told them they were unprepared for his answer, He had wanted to give GeneCO to Shilo Wallace, Nathan, and Marni's daughter.

"What is this meeting about anyway?"

Carmela smirked, "I've found someone who can replace our late Repo Man, with the same precision and accuracy."

Luigi shook his head "Let me guess, was he your surGEN?"

"Hmph. How perceptive of you brother, yes he was"

Luigi put on his best smug smile, "Our sweet sister is kind enough to share her surGEN with our failing company." he did a mock clap. "where the fuck would our company be without your bullshit generosity?"

"Fuck you."

Pavi started to stir from his unconsciousness, Luigi had tossed him on the sofa in front of Carmela's desk.

"Maybe...we'd have-a better reputation if-a we-a were not known for-a murdering our-a customers? It's bad business after-a all."

Both siblings turned to their brother sitting up, rubbing the fleshy mask in his face, he turned to Luigi and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, brother, that was rude of you to hit poor Pavi's beautiful face."

His hands moved to touch his stolen face, he sighed, shaking his head at his older sibling, Luigi raised his knife and made a slicing motion across his throat at Paviche, his dark eyes watched the blades smooth motion, remembering just recently it had torn through flesh and muscle.

"Ahh Luigi, put-a that thing-a away, You-a scaring me!"

Carmela cleared her throat, "Luigi put the fucking knife away!"

Luigi sneered, putting the sharp blade back into its sheath, his light eyes resting on his brother, his thought interrupted by Carmela.

"Ahhh finally you've arrived."

A tall, statuesque man stepped off the elevator and walked into the office, his skin was olive toned, cropped blonde hair, also his eyes chrome. He was wearing a long, and black leather/vinyl jacket buttoned all the way up to his neck, white surgical gloves, and large black boots.

"Ms, Largo" he announced himself bowing slightly to Carmela, then he nodded in the direction of her brothers, acknowledging their present. Paviche eyed him, his dark pools shining with luster as he silently admired the man.

"Bellissima…" he whispered, taking in the view.

Luigi shot a disgusted look at Paviche, showing him the knife from earlier... Even when it was used as a threat against him, even now, all he remembered was how Luigi had murdered that Repo man because he caused him to drop his mirror.

"Fratello, please, calm down. I-a know how-a you-a feel about-a me! " a wink, Luigi almost throwing up in his mouth, and a loud bang coming from Carmela's desk.

"Quiet down both of you, Welcome Anthony! As you know, these are my brothers, Luigi, and Paviche. Don't mind them though they are idiots.."

"Ahhh, Sorella!" Pavi was offended

"Fucking cunt!" snapped Luigi, trusting his knife in her direction now.

"as I said, they are idiot's, come have a seat, and we'll discuss the plans of the Repo contract."

"As you wish" Anthony approached the chair near the front of Carmela's' desk, Luigi was in, and he glared at the Repo man.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I want your seat."

"Well too-fucking-bad, tough shit."

Anthony's hand flew out, and he grabbed onto the back of Luigi's neck and pulled the older Largo child to his feet pushing him onto the couch with Paviche he protested that his brother weighed too much and was crushing his lungs.

"Offf-a Fratello, you's-a heavy ass-a!"

Luigi swore up, down, left, right, and center, as he clambered back to his feet, his rage reaching its boiling point.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

"LUIGI SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Luigi snarled, his face snapping in his younger siblings' direction. Realizing he was trying to start a losing battle Luigi pressed his back into the couch, Paviche sitting uncomfortably close, and eyeing his brother like he was a piece of meat.

"Ohhhh Fratello, yous-a gracing me with your presence?"

Paviche placed his hand on Luigi's thigh, earning a hard smack of his hand, he pulled it back shaking it, trying to calm the burning sensation.

"Fratello, what-a the fuck?"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, and I'm no queer, you faggot!"

"I'm-a not bundle of-a sticks used to-a make-a you hot-a!"

"Will you two please be silent! Anthony since you don't need much training, you can begin immediately!"

Anthony nodded to Carmela, then turned to her brothers, nodding to them as well.

"What the fuck? Don't look at me! You piece of shit!" Luigi stormed out of the office and mashed the elevator button until it broke.

"motherfuck-" was the last any of them heard of Luigi's rage as the elevator doors closed on him.

"Here is the next repossession, Thomas Randall, Lungs transplant, he is over his 90 days."

"I'll get right on that, Ms. Carmela." he regarded her, getting up from the chair. Stopping by Paviche Anthony glared down at the man. His dark eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open, he could tell he wasn't breathing.

"You're fucking weird."

"Ooh," Paviche whined, sad.

The Repo Man stepped onto the elevator, having to observe the aftermath left but Luigi. He pressed the button for the basement, Repo Man headquarters.