The following is my attempt at writing a Mafia story in space. Tell me how you like it. If the response is good, then I might do more.
Panic was what the dealer felt as he was hung upside down above the large alien serpent.
"I don't want to have to do this, Rod, but you aren't leaving me much choice" said Gerrome, a Mafioso from the planet Malacath.
"Just tell me who you sold the stuff to, and we'll bring you back up and pretend none of this ever happened." "I don't know who it was!" Rod screamed, his sweat dripping down into the monster's hungry mouth.
"Y'know, that's real unfortunate, Rod, because I like you, and I want to help you out. But if you can't give me anything, then the boss says you gotta go." Gerrome pulled out a knife and prepared to cut the rope. "Wait!" Rod interrupted him. "He-he was a Pellafortian!" Rod stammered.
"He had a t-turquoise ship, w-with a r-rabbit painted on the side."
Gerrome pulled him up and untied him. "See? That wasn't so hard."
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It is a short story isn't-- good luck anyway