Assortment of Devitt Literatures

A large lavish table with detailed drapery upon it separated the two kingpins in the musty basement. The basement was lit nicely with a few candelabras on the surrounding side tables. It was evident by the massive table full of delicacies that clearly there was some talk to be done by cozying up the tense atmosphere with large plates of finely selected assortments of colourful foods as any well off gang would be able to afford. The main course was a slick well cooked meat, only delicious looking due to the many spices upon it that may remind one of what might be escargot. On one end of the table closest to the stairway entrance was a dark German shepherd that looked bigger than he really was due to the many furs he had skirting his outfit and a large billowing cape that now hung loosely off his chair in an elegant manner. He seemed happy with the meal before him and took large helpings. On the opposite side of the table sat a canine that didn’t seem as involved with the feast despite him providing it. His height was rather tall for a normal canine and his abnormally long brown tail brushed the floor rhythmically as he instead settled for the whiskey, taking a few generous pours for himself. 

“The problem clearly is that you’re getting too soft, Devitt, every gang knows that you’re cozying up to the Council and perhaps the law.” The first mobster, Vitru, tutted with mock sympathy and sat back in his chair as he took a large bite of the fancy feast set before him, waiting for an entertaining response. He had come here with the intention to humiliate the Firstblood kingpin and came with the hope to leave with bigger pockets, he had a slight feeling that the other kingpin knew this. 

Devitt took a slow sip of whiskey and pondered for a while. “Hm.” 

There was an awkward silence. Vitru began fidgeting with his ring, watching. His bodyguard shifted his position with a cough in the shadow by the doorway.

Unsatisfied and impatient, Vitru continued, “Your reputation is sinking Devitt, perhaps if you need someone to…. Pick things up in your stead I will gladly do so for about half the current, before it plummets of course.” 

“You’re clearly not that good at hiding your intentions are you?” Devitt leaned back and gave him a lopsided grin. 

“What? Why would I need to? I’ve heard. I’ve heard that your stock is plummeting.There are whispers in your ranks that you’ve lost your touch.” He drew out those last words with an emphasis like it had a delicious flavour just like the meat he happily stuffed his muzzle with.

“Well I’m afraid to say you must be wrong, which I believe you’re used to. I'm clearly thriving and I don’t intend to sell my worth as half to a competitor. I paid that one mole to feed you that to see if you’d take the bait. I’ve been wanting to say hello and ask you a few favours face to face.” Devitt had made his way over and patted Vitru on the cheek. Vitru snarled and could barely contain his upset shock. “You-.”

“Oh!” Devitt interrupted and paused halfway back to his seat. seeming like he forgot something. He turned. “ Before I ask my request of you, I was not sure how to return the other two sneaky moles back to you so I hope this suffices.” He waved his hand. Vitru stopped gnashing his teeth to take in what Devitt said. “What suffices?” Devitt sank comfortably back into his chair across the room and took a bite of the cooked meat on the table, watching the mobster, amused. Vitru blinked and stared at the feast before them for a moment. His eyes widened before he violently retched to the side. Devitts expression remained unchanged as he studied the hurling figure, but he did set down his glass. Vitru’s bodyguard standing in the back turned away and gagged. “YOU’RE SICK.” Voice breaking, Vitru shook and backed away from the food. “No, I’m rather stuffed and I believe you’re the one who just tossed up.” Devitts eyes hooded and his tone lowered as he flexed his claw enhancer. “Let this be a lesson not to gorge yourself in my business or my dealings, you remove your ruffians from my marks, docks, and my gang or there’ll be consequences, perhaps some bread with it next time.” He snapped up a slice of meat with his bronze claws and chewed, savouring it. “The whiskey really goes well with this. If you’re stuffed, Marcel will kindly escort you and your hefty chap out. Have a wonderful day, won’t you?” 

Vitru had learned on the streets he grew up on that composure kept power, not sporadic fighting or lashing out in anger even if it meant revenge. This was the only reason he complied, not wanting to lose any more composure than he already had in front of the Firstblood boss and one of his own. The last thing he needed was gossiping of weakness in his gang, especially after his plan had failed. Staggering slightly, he followed the scarred young tabby, Marcel, up the stairs, his bodyguard followed, in worse shape than the boss, leaning heavily on the stone stairwell as he ascended. 

Devitt patted his muzzle politely with his napkin and sat back. He reverted to his old habit of tracing his paw pads over his revolver to give him some comfort. He sighed as his head spun with future plans for the evening. He got up from his seat and turned, summoning Gregory, a sleek husky in. “Gregory, please give my compliments to the chef on this chicken and escargot, it’s the best I’ve had in a while. Also, please tell Ivory to take care of the two suspected moles that I’ve told her to look after, I trust she’ll find some delightful ways to do so. I’ve got some errands to run.” 

“Certainly.” 

“Brilliant.” Devitt climbed several flights of stairs and sank into his much more comfortable office chair. A golden gleam reflecting the fireplace caught his eye. He reached out to pick up an envelope with the Council seal stamped cleanly onto the opening. Of course the devil had snuck into his office while he was away, Devitt thought unhappily. Devitt glanced at the main door to his office and noted that he needed some new locks as well since the old dog always preferred to break them instead of pick them. He huffed and opened the letter letting his eyes skim the contents with slight frustration.