prescription | INBOX.

( on the eve of the pink slip's opening, a box waits for richie on the foot of his bed — anyone's guess as to whether it was picked locks or a maid that placed it there. the first inside: a leather notebook, expensive black leather, not blank. ani's filled the first third with the necessities: floorplans from the pink slip, drawn in messy and inelegant hand. escape routes she figured out herself. surveillance blind spots.

the other: a beat-up copy of the godfather wrapped in one of ani's torn fishnets in lieu of tissue paper, dog-eared, the scent of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to its pages. tucked inside the front cover is a folded flyer for the pink slip with the following note: )

You're hired. Don't get cocky. Or dead.

This is a loyalty test. If you read the book, I'll know. If you don't, I'll lie and tell everyone you cried anyway.
— Ani

( the book is peppered with graffiti, glitter pen margins scribbled in the notes. some of them read:

on luca's death: Dated this guy in Coney once — disappeared after a pierogi fight with my landlord. Bet he's chum.
underneath, on luca himself: Loyalty’s hot. You got that same psycho vibe — no offense. (A little offense.)

on sonny's fits of raging and fucking: Hot. Terrible judgment. 10/10, relatable.
on another page: This is you if you had no self-control, worse shirts, and a bigger mouth.

on tom hagen: This is the guy you call when you’ve got a body in the trunk and a brunch reservation in 20.
on fredo begging for respect: God, this is painful. Like watching a guy try to win back his ex by sending her poems on LinkedIn.

and finally, a crumpled post-it note stuck to the back page: )

Welcome to the family. Hope you’re not squeamish.
If I go missing, check the champagne freezer. If you go missing? I'll make it fucking biblical.
♥ A

ok so hypothetical

let's say i allegedly threatened to staple an employee's ass (yeah sweetheart his actual ass) with an hr write-up because he couldn't stop making fuck-me eyes

and now he's being more of a whore than ever
like sir??? i tried to physically assault you

i'm crowd-sourcing my next move
what's the next-level punishment that says "stop being a horny dumbass" that isn't a grenade to the balls

Edited 2025-05-27 01:32 (UTC)

Depends, a grenade to the balls gonna actually do jack shit?

yeah it'll do jack shit
spew chunks all over my goddamn floor that's what
i ain't cleaning his diseased junk up
open to suggestions that don't involve a body bag and chipping my manicure

Hey, way this place works, you can never be too careful, right?
Kinda hard to narrow down the playing field when an hr write-up to the ass gets the motor running.
Sounds like we're moving in the wrong direction here.

u know i was literally gonna make him drink from the dirty mop bucket
bet he'd moan about it
help a girl out
bonus points if his dick can't get hard over it

INBOX.

🎁 delivery.

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