Chapter 6 - The Final Transaction
The lobby was dead silent, save for the violent fizzing of the spilled champagne.
The security guards in the background stood perfectly frozen, their hands strictly clamped to their sides.
Rocco slowly adjusted his left platinum cufflink.
His breathing remained perfectly steady, untouched by the exertion.
He walked casually past the groaning, bleeding man in the wreckage.
His polished black shoes crunched methodically over the shattered ice and broken glass.
He stopped in front of the little girl.
She was still kneeling on the marble, staring at the destruction with wide, unblinking eyes.
Rocco knelt down gracefully, ignoring the champagne soaking into his tailored trousers.
He gently reached out and took her small, dirty hand in his.
He placed the silver coin and the three copper pennies firmly back into her palm.
He closed her small fingers over the metal, giving her hand a brief, warm squeeze.
Rocco slowly turned his head to the side.
He looked down at the younger man bleeding on the floor.
The man in the ruined blue suit was clutching his ribs, coughing up champagne and blood onto the pristine marble.
"She gave me her last dollar."
Rocco's voice was a low, vibrating baritone that rattled the remaining intact glass in the room.
He stood up to his full height, a titan towering over the wreckage of the club.
"And you've just lost your last chance."
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How do you envision the little girl reacting to Uncle Rocco's true identity once they step outside the club?
