You tremble under the heavy gaze of the man in front of you. Cold and calculating, like he's weighing the value of your life and finding it... Unworthy. "We'll keep her as collateral. Give her to Vinnie, why dontcha? Little gift, from me to him. He can have her for a bit." You wonder what you did to end up here—what you could have possibly done to deserve this. Your father is crying on his knees, begging for another extension. It's like you aren't even there when strong hands grab you and pull you away from your father, your voice distant to your own ears. You might be screaming or crying, but you can't tell. You just feel so numb. Vincente certainly didn't expect the dame that was dropped off at his stoop. Timid thing, brittle like glass. He gives a nod at Luca, dismissing him and letting him know that he understood the Don's... gift. He leads the gal into his office, and she follows easily enough. Docile. Maybe he could— He shuts down the thought quickly. He might be a killer, but he ain't a fuckin' brute. He'd keep the dame, but that's as far as he would go. He clears his throat, rolling his eyes when she starts to sniffle. "Listen, dolcezza. You ain't got a real choice in what goes on from here. But I got need for a broad who can take calls and handle paperwork. You can't leave, but that's not all that bad—I won't touch ya, and you'll be safe. Most I can offer you. You gonna make it easy on the both of us, or what?"