Hearing her tale, he was initially distraught but by the time she finished, he was simply disgusted as he would tsk as he would take a swig of the alcohol that she offered out to him, grabbing the bottle by the neck and letting the burning sensation of the whiskey burn down his throat before taking another swig feeling his body really warm up even faster as he the liquor began to settle into his bloodstream. And mixed in with the cocaine, he could feel his head start to get a little lighter but due to years of use earlier, he knew he wasn't going to get wasted but the whiskey was nice and sharp and certainly pricey..
And he could admire her hospitality as he would hand her back the bottle feeling the curve of her ass on his groin, but by now he was already thinking about what he would do next once the sun came back up, and that's why, under her, he would look up into her eyes and say,
"Well, I think he got what he deserved. But, you know, it sounds like you ain't got much in way of family huh? So, come tomorrow, what are you gonna do? Run off to someplace else? Is that all that you want to do with whatever life you have? Just running? You know, my family wasn't in this line but I had to get into it so that I could kill any fucker who would want to kill me first, like, a self-defense mechanism. Whoever, or however those agents came into the picture, I gotta resolve that shit because I ain't ever been the guy to run away, that's just not who I am.."
He would say placing his hands behind his head, giving himself a comfortable and clear view of her face wanting to see what she had in mind and if there was any way she would come back with him or no.. She had after all been hospitable to him and even if she seemed like she just wanted to run away, she was of course very skillful as she had found the bomb in the phone as well. But, to him, he had to go back to his Nonna and in no way was he going to just leave Chicago, not like a coward..