Love at Its Purest Form

Vito stared at me in silence.

I felt a hint of annoyance and drew out my magnum gun, placing it on the table, prompting the two bodyguards beside Vito to be on alert. "I am like this gun, useless without bullets. Tell me, what's the use of an unloaded weapon? Without resources from you, I too, am worthless. Even catching a chicken requires a handful of grains."

Vito sighed in dissatisfaction, took out his checkbook, scribbled something, and asked, "How much do you need?"

"Accommodations, food, weapons, some electronic devices, a vehicle like a motorcycle or car, how much do you think I'd need?" I countered. "Every war has its price, surely you understand that best."

He snorted in response, wrote down a figure, tore the check, and handed it to me. I smiled slightly at the amount—it was far more than I expected; I could buy two luxurious used cars with that amount.