"he was like, twice my size! He punched me a few times, threw me on the ground, then kicked me. Worse than any beating I've had so far." Troy was making excuses for having his necklace stolen. "Definitely a Martillo family thug.." he rubbed the back of his neck. "dumbass." Martin slammed his hand down. "what did you tell him?" "N-nothing, he just-" "I asked you what you told him." Martin smiled. "so tell me, what the HELL went through your pitiful fucking mind to your mouth." "I told him our name, and that we were sick of their crap." Troy whispered. "we are sick of their crap. But we do not tell the goddamn MAFIA that we are sick of them. Shoot him." Martin waved and put his head in his hands and sighed. "wait. Better yet, go send him onto their playground. Bring me back one grand, and I'll give you almost anything. Like back into the gang, for instance." Martin smiled and waved Troy away. "have fun, try not to get stabbed." Martin turned to me and whispered. "Fucking idiot. Follow him, shoot him if he makes contact with someone from the Martillo family. It'll let 'em know we don't condone such idiocy." I nodded and followed Troy- who never even looked back on his way across town. What an idiot.