Angel Dust

Oh, double. Why didn't you say so?

[ valentino cuts him off, snaps the words at him with venom. he shoves the man hard, practically throwing him down on the floor in the space between him and angel, the carpet soaked with blood. val spins the knife in his hand with ease, and he takes a step toward him, crouches down, rests his lower elbows on his knees. ]

So what's that work out to? A hundred thousand? [ valentino laughs, shaking his head as he stands. he steps over a body, moving toward angel. ] Unfortunately, he's worth more than you could ever afford.

[ more specifically, angel is priceless to valentino. he earns him more money than he could ever dream of, so technically, he does come with some numerical value, but no one could truly own him the way valentino does. the amount of money it would take for valentino to hand him over is unfathomable.

val comes to stand next to angel. he lights a cigarette, cupping his bloodied hand around the end to shield the flame as he touches it to the end, and then blows out a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. for a beat, he looks at the bull on the floor, then casts a glance at the wolf still cowering off to the side.

then, he looks at angel. ]

... Kill him.