At the man’s comment of cutting the girls tongue out Joel’s hand went immediately to his kukri handle. He saw himself pulling it from behind his back, leaping fourth and taking the man's head off with one powerful swing before he even started the process. Fortunately for the piece of human garbage Redding stepped in front of him, quietly urging caution and reminding him of who exactly they were dealing with and of the possible, probably even probable repercussions of killing the man. Joel wanted to end him so badly, the rage and adrenaline had given him the shakes. He’d already made the decision to end his life but now he’d been given reasonable, rational pause.
He could handle anything the crime families threw at him personally, he could probably even kill a good number of the higher ups, quite possibly setting the Lazzari family on the course of inevitable ruin. If he teamed up with the Torres family trying to off him would be one of the biggest mistakes they ever made. Then again the families didn’t play nice or fair, how long would it be until they went after his family? At best they would kill them. At worst… He didn’t even want to allow his mind to go to at worse. He let go of his blade, his teeth clenched. This asshole would get dead one way or another, he’d just have to be smarter about it.
He spent the next minute or two doing his best to keep himself in check, trying to quietly still or at least stall his rage. He almost succeeded in getting out of there, quietly following his new employer like a reprimanded attack dog. That was until Redding stopped going for the door, turning back around and becoming the aggressor in their little meeting, that perked Joel up some. He knew in his drugged up state Mancini was probably going to respond irrationally to Redding’s questions. He welcomed it. He could probably even sell self-defense to Donna if this got violent. Especially if Redding was on board. The drugged up piece of shit invited them there and tried to get Redding to buy flawed merchandise. When he refused the drug addled, pride fueled mob boss became enraged… Tried to kill them. Nothing they could do but slice him up.
Joel smirked, taking a few more steps back into the apartment, his hand going back to the handle of his kukri. Much to his surprise Mancini submitted, even agreeing to take the bag off the girl's head. As he took slow steps towards that goal Joel too stepped forward. He wanted to get a clear look at this woman's face. Mancini pulled the grubby old sack off of the woman’s head, revealing Darlia Lazzari underneath. Joel’s smirk was replaced by a look of shock, but in seconds even that vanished. He sped forward, closing the distance between himself and Manzini in maybe three steps and drawing his kukri out of its sheathe simultaneously. The last thing he saw before plunging the blade into the mobsters chest was the look of shock on his face. Taking his left hand off the blade he covered the man's mouth as he fell to his knees, leaning in close and slowly pulling the blade out of his chest.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this… Even still, you should be thankful. This is euthanasia compared to what Mrs Lazzari would have done to you.”
With that he let go of the man's mouth, spinning quickly and lopping his head off with one swift move. With a sigh of relief he turned to face Redding.
“Looks like this visit wasn’t a waste of time. Good call with the sack, we should bring her back to her sister… Once we clear a way out of this place anyway.”
He could handle anything the crime families threw at him personally, he could probably even kill a good number of the higher ups, quite possibly setting the Lazzari family on the course of inevitable ruin. If he teamed up with the Torres family trying to off him would be one of the biggest mistakes they ever made. Then again the families didn’t play nice or fair, how long would it be until they went after his family? At best they would kill them. At worst… He didn’t even want to allow his mind to go to at worse. He let go of his blade, his teeth clenched. This asshole would get dead one way or another, he’d just have to be smarter about it.
He spent the next minute or two doing his best to keep himself in check, trying to quietly still or at least stall his rage. He almost succeeded in getting out of there, quietly following his new employer like a reprimanded attack dog. That was until Redding stopped going for the door, turning back around and becoming the aggressor in their little meeting, that perked Joel up some. He knew in his drugged up state Mancini was probably going to respond irrationally to Redding’s questions. He welcomed it. He could probably even sell self-defense to Donna if this got violent. Especially if Redding was on board. The drugged up piece of shit invited them there and tried to get Redding to buy flawed merchandise. When he refused the drug addled, pride fueled mob boss became enraged… Tried to kill them. Nothing they could do but slice him up.
Joel smirked, taking a few more steps back into the apartment, his hand going back to the handle of his kukri. Much to his surprise Mancini submitted, even agreeing to take the bag off the girl's head. As he took slow steps towards that goal Joel too stepped forward. He wanted to get a clear look at this woman's face. Mancini pulled the grubby old sack off of the woman’s head, revealing Darlia Lazzari underneath. Joel’s smirk was replaced by a look of shock, but in seconds even that vanished. He sped forward, closing the distance between himself and Manzini in maybe three steps and drawing his kukri out of its sheathe simultaneously. The last thing he saw before plunging the blade into the mobsters chest was the look of shock on his face. Taking his left hand off the blade he covered the man's mouth as he fell to his knees, leaning in close and slowly pulling the blade out of his chest.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this… Even still, you should be thankful. This is euthanasia compared to what Mrs Lazzari would have done to you.”
With that he let go of the man's mouth, spinning quickly and lopping his head off with one swift move. With a sigh of relief he turned to face Redding.
“Looks like this visit wasn’t a waste of time. Good call with the sack, we should bring her back to her sister… Once we clear a way out of this place anyway.”