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Alberto. She may know the grandson then. Giving a smile so sweet like a pastry, she gave a light wave to the woman and Gianni. Chuckling to herself as she caught tailwind of the conversation. Upon entering the bakery, she was struck by the smell of rich and delicious buttery pastries, especially the horchata they have on standby. "Ohhh, Albertoo."

A burly 50 year old man comes sauntering in, wiping his hands off with a flour-covered cloth. He smiles, and Gloria caught notice of the bruises on his knuckles, with the wedding ring. Hm. "Welcome to Larellas, miss. How can I be of service to you?"

Gianni caught the wink of Gloria's eyes, perhaps needing him to keep the woman here while she handled things elsewhere. He gave a slight nod, trusting her to handle business. "Oh yes, of course dear. My son, he is in the kitchen at the moment. His name is Alberto."

"So, Mrs. Larella, talk to me how have things been going? Is that old bitch Sustan still causing problems at the bingo hall?" For the time being, Gianni would keep her preoccupied and kept up front to where she wouldn't be able to hear anything that happened in the back...well that is as long as things didn't get too loud.

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Once they parked outside of the bakery, Gloria kept in all her composure. It was her time to take the lead for this. Just a simple little talk about money. And if memory served, she hoped it was the same person she thought of running the bakery. "Got it. He can wait." Thankfully, Migs was understanding on what the hell she did. Maybe she'll visit later--

Focus, Gloria. Focus.

Following Gianni out of the car, she gave a wave to the old woman outside the entrance. "Buonasera, miss." she greeted. "Can I go inside to talk to the manager?" She looked at Gianni, tossing a wink in his direction.

She was glad that Gianni had to focus on the road, otherwise this little story-telling would go into a very quick lecture or him wondering why she's still talking to Miguel. Yet they've been friends for years. Quickly texting Miguel back with a text he'll respond with the same speed, she kept her attention back to Gianni and his tale, setting her phone in the middle of them. "You jumped off a ramp!?" Gloria gasped in excitement. "That. Is. Awesome. I bet Dad was really impressed."

Down the street, she could see the bakery. And just like she predicted, Miguel responded with a text. Her fingers fought the itch to reply to him.

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She was glad that Gianni had to focus on the road, otherwise this little story-telling would go into a very quick lecture or him wondering why she's still talking to Miguel. Yet they've been friends for years. Quickly texting Miguel back with a text he'll respond with the same speed, she kept her attention back to Gianni and his tale, setting her phone in the middle of them. "You jumped off a ramp!?" Gloria gasped in excitement. "That. Is. Awesome. I bet Dad was really impressed."

Down the street, she could see the bakery. And just like she predicted, Miguel responded with a text. Her fingers fought the itch to reply to him.

She could almost see it now, Gianni having a casual day when her father practically threw his life for a tailspin. All the while being the calm one in the situation. Personally, she thought Gianni would be, but he had a gun to his head, so maybe now. Gloria could feel herself laughing along with him. "You helped him?"

Before she could ask for more details, her phone pinged off with a text. And he knew more whose damn notification sound it was. Miguel Madrazo...

"Sorry about that." she said, glancing on her phone as it showed an icon of his face with words she didn't look at.

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Red lips touch the straw of her drink, taking a long sip as she tried to figure out how in the hell she missed it. He was busy with Gianni last night, and for a whole year they've been together. A whole year of them being in a relationship. Despite the initial shock of it all, she was pretty happy for her cousin and mentor. "A year?" she muttered low. While kept under wraps, she noticed some slight change in the two of them, how they were with missions. At his question, she set her drink down and drummed manicured nails on the counter. "I think about two weeks. The way Gianni protects you, it's not like how he watches my back." Gloria didn't want this whole night out with them to be her confronting about their relationship; no. She wanted it to be a way to get to know one another.

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She could almost see it now, Gianni having a casual day when her father practically threw his life for a tailspin. All the while being the calm one in the situation. Personally, she thought Gianni would be, but he had a gun to his head, so maybe now. Gloria could feel herself laughing along with him. "You helped him?"

Before she could ask for more details, her phone pinged off with a text. And he knew more whose damn notification sound it was. Miguel Madrazo...

"Sorry about that." she said, glancing on her phone as it showed an icon of his face with words she didn't look at.

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"Che cazzo..? You're still sleeping with him?!" She exclaimed, surprise painted all over her face. She waved a hand towards the bartender to get a shot of vodka, while she had a blood orange mojito sitting beside her Yves Saint Laurent purse. She had inklings of something happening between the two of them lately, but due to their busy lifestyle, she never got the opportunity to actually talk with her long-lost cousin. Now, here they were. "How long has this been going on?" It didn't hurt her that they didn't tell her, it was just the shock she didn't put two and two together.

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One of the upsides of Los Santos' long-ass red lights was the opportunity for the two of them to have conversations. Though usually they were brief, this was one conversation she'd keep inside her back pocket. As he went through the client, her facial expression shifted from intrigue, to annoyance, to a slight snicker at how some people were. "Let me guess: random guy was Daddy." She chuckled, while imagining the whole scenario. All these years she thought Gianni and her father were just really good business partners, with him being a chauffuer. Never knew it went deeper than that.

"Figured it's not your first." She wasn't knowledgeable on much of her mentor's past, but she knew that he knew her father for as long as she was alive. Ever since she became a made woman, she went from hesitant about not coming home to knowing it was an everyday possibility. And it wasn't her first time threatening a man.

The car stopped at a traffic light, and Gloria took the time to wipe her fingers from the sauce of the wings. When she heard him describe it, she couldn't believe it. Gray eyes blink in surprise. "You were just a simple cab driver and Daddy just interrupted your shift? Tell me more."

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"Figured it's not your first." She wasn't knowledgeable on much of her mentor's past, but she knew that he knew her father for as long as she was alive. Ever since she became a made woman, she went from hesitant about not coming home to knowing it was an everyday possibility. And it wasn't her first time threatening a man.

The car stopped at a traffic light, and Gloria took the time to wipe her fingers from the sauce of the wings. When she heard him describe it, she couldn't believe it. Gray eyes blink in surprise. "You were just a simple cab driver and Daddy just interrupted your shift? Tell me more."

As Gianni began to drive off, Gloria took a bite of the wings, kicking her feet with joy at the rich buttery taste of the lemon pepper sauce. When he laughed regarding her switch of tone, she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Switching tones was something she did a lot in middle school or high school. It was now on occasion she'd let the old her come out sometimes. "I love lemon pepper, okay? It's my favorite seasoning on wings. Please don't tell Angelo about my code switching."

"I'm good. But I was a little worried about you. I didn't even know about the gun until I heard it fall." She appreciated him checking in on her. The first time she saw things turn south was when she was first made, and she didn't really know what to do. It scared her. Now she could handle herself. "But you? Are you okay?"

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As Gianni began to drive off, Gloria took a bite of the wings, kicking her feet with joy at the rich buttery taste of the lemon pepper sauce. When he laughed regarding her switch of tone, she could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Switching tones was something she did a lot in middle school or high school. It was now on occasion she'd let the old her come out sometimes. "I love lemon pepper, okay? It's my favorite seasoning on wings. Please don't tell Angelo about my code switching."

"I'm good. But I was a little worried about you. I didn't even know about the gun until I heard it fall." She appreciated him checking in on her. The first time she saw things turn south was when she was first made, and she didn't really know what to do. It scared her. Now she could handle herself. "But you? Are you okay?"

She followed him out towards the front, sitting at a nearby table as Gianni stashed away the cash. About a good few thousand dollars is enough to keep funds going. Maybe she can convince her father to stop investing in this Cluckin' Bell. Once Nicky returned to the front, she gave a warm smile. "Thank you so much." Much as she wanted to sock the guy for nearly pulling a gun, she was happy that she got some decent service.

"My god, I love lemon pepper. At least give me the recipe later on." Gloria got up and shook the young boy's hand before heading out to the car, holding the bag up like a trophy. "Booyyy, we got lemon pepper wings!" She opened the box, and she swore she saw Heaven appear the sight of the wings. "Next destination, man".

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She followed him out towards the front, sitting at a nearby table as Gianni stashed away the cash. About a good few thousand dollars is enough to keep funds going. Maybe she can convince her father to stop investing in this Cluckin' Bell. Once Nicky returned to the front, she gave a warm smile. "Thank you so much." Much as she wanted to sock the guy for nearly pulling a gun, she was happy that she got some decent service.

"My god, I love lemon pepper. At least give me the recipe later on." Gloria got up and shook the young boy's hand before heading out to the car, holding the bag up like a trophy. "Booyyy, we got lemon pepper wings!" She opened the box, and she swore she saw Heaven appear the sight of the wings. "Next destination, man".

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Gloria glanced over at the unconscious owner, smacking him in the back of the head for good measure. Resting her elbow on top of Randy's head, she contemplated the idea. Since they were going to be out for a majority of the day, a little food wouldn't hurt. She gave a nod in his direction.

"I'll take a Wingmeal please." she shouted, pulling out her phone to see where the heck the bakery was. They were in Strawberry . . . the Bakery was somewhere in Vespucci. Ah, she knew the guy from high school. "What about you, what are you getting?"

"Let me go get some rope or something." Gloria said, walking over towards Randy's desk, pulling open the drawer to find something. Pens, Cluckin Bell secret menu items they took away, papers on overdue bills, some phone numbers to some questionable women. A nice wad of cash, which Gloria discreetly took, leaving a good 300 for the boy opening the safe. Aha! Tape. Duct tape as a matter of fact. Grabbing the chair, she wheeled it over, picking up the man, and setting him in the chair. And using the roll of tape to wrap around him and the chair, going as far as tying his arms to the sides to keep him there. "There we are."

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"Let me go get some rope or something." Gloria said, walking over towards Randy's desk, pulling open the drawer to find something. Pens, Cluckin Bell secret menu items they took away, papers on overdue bills, some phone numbers to some questionable women. A nice wad of cash, which Gloria discreetly took, leaving a good 300 for the boy opening the safe. Aha! Tape. Duct tape as a matter of fact. Grabbing the chair, she wheeled it over, picking up the man, and setting him in the chair. And using the roll of tape to wrap around him and the chair, going as far as tying his arms to the sides to keep him there. "There we are."

The look on Randy's face was practically priceless, from the fear in his wide eyes to the shock of her pinning him to the wall. She didn't want to take the risk of him running or attacking, so of course had to get the upper hand. As he struggled to breathe, she pressed a little bit harder on his neck, making a clicking sound with her tongue.

"You're pretty fucking stupid to do something like that. Trying to kill your way out of paying us? Oh no no, that won't do. How will Tony think about that?" That made him squeal in terror at the idea. Tony was many things, but he would never let such bullshit like this to happen. When she heard Gianni's voice, she didn't move. Not until she was given the order to do so.

"All right." Stepping back, but not before she gave Randy a final slap in the face. With that she walked right next to Gianni, standing beside him. "Testa de cazzo.."

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The look on Randy's face was practically priceless, from the fear in his wide eyes to the shock of her pinning him to the wall. She didn't want to take the risk of him running or attacking, so of course had to get the upper hand. As he struggled to breathe, she pressed a little bit harder on his neck, making a clicking sound with her tongue.

"You're pretty fucking stupid to do something like that. Trying to kill your way out of paying us? Oh no no, that won't do. How will Tony think about that?" That made him squeal in terror at the idea. Tony was many things, but he would never let such bullshit like this to happen. When she heard Gianni's voice, she didn't move. Not until she was given the order to do so.

"All right." Stepping back, but not before she gave Randy a final slap in the face. With that she walked right next to Gianni, standing beside him. "Testa de cazzo.."

Gloria's hand twitched beside her purse, but she suppressed her trigger happy side. Violence was only necessary should it come unexpected, as Gianni had often told her. She took a long look around the office, at the diplomas, the A rating of the Coop, the Employee of the Month awards Randy had accumulated over the years. Typical white man, with the same stench of importance, but he's also scared of losing his life. "You know how nice my father is, Randy. He gives you a week extension like he does with everyone in this city. You should have had it ready by the time we pulled up."

Arched eyebrows lifted in surprise as she heard the common, the familiar sound of a shotgun falling to the ground. No pistol would ever make a loud sound. Then the *ding* when a certain boy's head hit the counter. All right, fuck being cordial. Grabbing the man by the back of his shirt, she yanked him away from the safe to pin him to the wall, her elbow tight against his neck. "Che palle you have, Randy. You must have a death wish or something!" she said with a light laugh.

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Gloria's hand twitched beside her purse, but she suppressed her trigger happy side. Violence was only necessary should it come unexpected, as Gianni had often told her. She took a long look around the office, at the diplomas, the A rating of the Coop, the Employee of the Month awards Randy had accumulated over the years. Typical white man, with the same stench of importance, but he's also scared of losing his life. "You know how nice my father is, Randy. He gives you a week extension like he does with everyone in this city. You should have had it ready by the time we pulled up."

Arched eyebrows lifted in surprise as she heard the common, the familiar sound of a shotgun falling to the ground. No pistol would ever make a loud sound. Then the *ding* when a certain boy's head hit the counter. All right, fuck being cordial. Grabbing the man by the back of his shirt, she yanked him away from the safe to pin him to the wall, her elbow tight against his neck. "Che palle you have, Randy. You must have a death wish or something!" she said with a light laugh.

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In response to the greeting, Gloria was cold, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Even though she could be generous and nice like her father, she wasn't in the mood for formalities. Her head tilted to the side, watching him literally sweat at the fact that he was late. "Not hungry yet." Call her the weird one, but sometimes after a really good routine of collecting cash, causing mayhem, she gets hungry. And occasionally, Cluckin' Bell or Up-n-Atom was the right place to eat. When the slap made contact with Randy's face, the woman didn't even flinch. He knew was in deep shit. Her eyes went towards that other patron again, watching him go back to eating his tenders and fries. Good boy.

"Got it." Gloria walked over to the door leading to the back, smiling warmly as she expected Randy to act like a gentleman.

"Alright Randy, just give 'em the money, and you're good. No big deal, just kiss a few asses and you're home free." Wiping his face off, the general manager Randy Winslow, made his way out of his office and towards the front. "Hey! Gianni! Gloria! My two favorite business partners! How are yah? How's Mother Theresa doing?" The man was doing his best to hide his fear, Gianni able to see the bits of sweat dripping from his forehead. "Um, can I get you two something?" He was stalling.

"Don't play dumb Randy, you know why we're here, you're a week past your payment date, and we're simply here to collect. With interest of course." The manager's eyes then widened. "Interest? Oh come on G, you know th-.." His sentence was cut short, by a hard slap across the face from Gianni's right hand as he didn't break contact with the two. "Randy, I like you, you're a smart guy, so I expect you to not finish that sentence....and take your ass in the back, and get us our money."

Gianni's eyes then look back for a short moment. "Gloria, go with him."

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Gloria got out of the car then, keeping her small gun hidden. The minute she walked in, she was victim to the sound of that horrid commercial music, and the smell of old grease that probably needed a good change. Yet she kept her composure, glancing at Gianni's way when the sign soon read closed.

A patron looked up at them, confusion etched on his face. When his eyes caught on to Gloria, she gave a head nod of noticing him, then shook her head the same. He'd be an idiot to interfere in some of this shit, especially if he was packing heat. The other two patrons upon hearing Gianni talk, started to get their shit and go.

Gloria smiled warmly at how everything was going well for him. From what knowledge she gained through the years of knowing him was his love of cars, both old and 'retro,' then restoring them to higher quality for twice the market value. "That's amazing, Gianni. Maybe I can get my bike in for a tune-up maybe?" she joked.

Once they made it all the way to the Cluckin' Bell, a tiny little stand in the outlet area., she undid her seatbelt, opening her door slightly ajar to hear some loud music drown out the radio. "When have I ever not been careful?" She paused for a good few seconds before replying after, "That was rhetorical."

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Gloria smiled warmly at how everything was going well for him. From what knowledge she gained through the years of knowing him was his love of cars, both old and 'retro,' then restoring them to higher quality for twice the market value. "That's amazing, Gianni. Maybe I can get my bike in for a tune-up maybe?" she joked.

Once they made it all the way to the Cluckin' Bell, a tiny little stand in the outlet area., she undid her seatbelt, opening her door slightly ajar to hear some loud music drown out the radio. "When have I ever not been careful?" She paused for a good few seconds before replying after, "That was rhetorical."

At his mention that it'd mean a lot to her, she was well aware. Throughout the years of her sister going from someone she very highly looked up to, to a terrible fall from grace, she's still loved her no matter what has gone on. This was the same sister who gave her advice on boys, who helped her with makeup, who helped heal her heart when it was broken.

"Maybe I can get her her favorite snack bar, EgoChaser. She tells me every other time they don't have that candy bar, because they think sugar is also an addiction. I bet it's her nurse Lindsey saying that shit." She went off for a minute, before catching her breath. For a second, it almost sounded he spoke from experience, like his family member or friend had addiction. But she won't pry. Instead she'll change the subject, it was her way. "What about you? How's the remodeling business?"