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Think you could get the mob to foot the electric bill on the grounds of the well being of their gold egg laying goose? Don't want to risk him tripping in the dark and breaking his neck, after all? ...Actually, why don't they have him under more watch and guard, considering how valuable you make him out to be? You'd think he'd be a prime target for kidnapping by a rival mob family or other organized crime group.
>Because Lucca Volpe, as it turns out, can turn table salt into narcotics.
Okay, how much salt can he turn and how often? We talkin' saltshakers, salt licks, road salting truck loads or salt silos per hour, day, week or what? Also, how pure? And what's the toll on him to do this? 'Cause a ability like that can't be totally free. There's gotta be a price on top of the salt. And relatedly, can he turn narcotics back into salt?
But the bigger question is what all can he turn that salt into? "Narcotics" is a category who's contents varies by nation to nation, region to region, in both law and common knowledge, and into which some substances should not have fallen. So, how wide is the selection Lucca can make? And how much of it could be legit? 'Cause there's a significant number of narcotics that are legit medicine, if properly dosed.
>And with a gift like Lucca's, the solution seemed pretty cut and dry to the Volpe patriarch.
And selling his son to the mob was even more of a horrid shithead stupid move than you'd think at first, 'cause Lucca's power could have paid those debts off legit if he'd gone to work for a pharmaceutical company. Any of them woulda paid him a princely sum to employ someone with his ability. He coulda signed a big, fat contract and made morphine or other opium derivatives for 'em for far below the cost they could make it otherwise. Maybe even other medicines as well. And instead his bloody idiot of a father sold Lucca to the mob for what was likely chicken feed compared to what he could do. With that short-sighed moron at the helm there's no fuckin' wonder why the Volpe family's fortunes hit the ground like a rocket propelled lawn-dart.
>His dad bit it a year later, because of course he fucking did, and Lucca's stuck paying off the debts
...Hold on, hold on... What? How the fuck does Lucca have his family's debt hanging on him? Debt dies with the debtor. Every debt in his father's name should have died with him. So unless Lucca took out loans in his name for the family or co-signed with his father... He did that, didn't he? He's such a goddamn wimp he caved to his father's arm twisting and put himself into massive debt for the "good of the family" once nobody would lend more money to his father. ...Goddamn, what a utter rat bastard...
But then, how is Lucca's older brother on the hook for this debt if Lucca doesn't pay it? If his brother had taken out loans in just his name or co-signed with his father, Lucca wouldn't have collectors coming after him for it, they'd either be going after his brother directly or the both of them. Did Lucca go to the debt collectors and make a agreement to pay his brother's debt? ...And dammit, the collectors could be going after the both of them despite Lucca paying, trying to wring out every cent they can. And unless Lucca and his brother are talking, Lucca wouldn't know if they're doing that. When's the last time Lucca had contact with his brother?
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While the idea of burying the mafia in a mountain of blow big enough the cops would have to dig them out before arresting them is amusing, the major flaw with it is it'd take a equal mass of salt. But even a smaller version of this idea has the big problem of making sure Lucca doesn't get connected to the illegal narcotics and have a load of charges leveled on him for manufacturing them.
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