As one of Kingpin's most trusted lieutenants, you set out with your boss to settle a score with a nosy reporter.

You were sitting opposite of Kingpin in a limousine, you checking the pistol you keep under your jacket.

Kingpin calmly sipped a glass of wine as you looked at him, perplexed.

You: I honestly don't understand how you can be so calm boss.

Kingpin: Whatever do you mean?

You: This guy has dirt on the whole operation we got going in Brooklyn, he's even got pictures of the bodies we hid at the construction yard. How do we know he hasn't turned them in yet?

The Kingpin laughed lightly.

Kingpin: (Y/N), my dear enforcer, do you know the temperament of the garden variety weasel?

You were confused.

You: No sir, I don't.

Kingpin: The weasel is a nosy creature, sometimes going out of it's way to interact with humans, but if it feels it is in danger, it freezes, nervous as to what to do next.

You: So you think this guy won't move because he's afraid?

Kingpin: Wouldn't you be?

You: Fair point sir.

Kingpin: Yes, now quit worrying so much. We deal with this business, then we go to the charity ball. I suspect you are looking forward to that.

You: What makes you think that sir?

Kingpin: I've seen the eyes you give my secretary.

You: I'm strictly professional sir.

Kingpin raised an eyebrow.

Kingpin: Whatever you say (Y/N), but I won't judge if you try a move tonight.

The driver stopped the limousine.

You: We are here sir.

Kingpin: Excellent, let us put this business behind us.

You and Kingpin exited the limousine, and walked into a restaurant that Kingpin owned.

You walked in ahead of Kingpin to ensure that the location was secure, and upon finding that it was, ordered the guards inside to keep watch.

The reporter was sitting at a table, slouched back, and giving both you and Kingpin a look of disgust.

Kingpin sat at the table where the reporter sat, seemingly pleased to see that the reporter showed up, as you stood behind Kingpin.

Kingpin: It's a pleasure to finally meet you mr.?

Reporter: Name's are for friends, and we are not friends.

You: Watch your mouth.

Kingpin: Calm down (Y/N).

Kingpin looked back at the reporter.

Kingpin: Pardon my guard, he is very dedicated to his job.

Reporter: I know who he is, and how many bodies he's buried across New York.

Kingpin: Bodies? (Y/N)? He wouldn't hurt a fly, unless of course that fly wanted to harm my business, in which case he would hurt that fly severely.

Reporter: It's not even bodies, I've seen the aftermath of his visits to your protection rackets, how many people can one man send to the emergency room in one day?

Kingpin: Surely you have the wrong man, (Y/N) is a kind soul, a ladies man if anything.

The other guards laughed, as your professional demeanor left you with few women.

You looked back at the guards, and they immediately quieted.

Reporter: Say what you want, but I have proof that you both are murderers.

Kingpin: If that's the case, then why not publish your proof?

Reporter: I'm smarter than that, I know you got guys in the paper, but I got my own guy, he's got copies of the photos at the office right now.

Kingpin: Oh? So why meet us here then?

Reporter: I'm a reasonable man, what would you pay to keep this all a secret?

Kingpin went silent in thought.

Kingpin: How about...nothing.

The reporter was taken aback.

Reporter: Excuse me?

Kingpin: Nothing, I expect you to hand my guard the photos for nothing.

Reporter: Do you know that I got you both in a stranglehold!? I could put both of you in jail!

Kingpin: No, my friend...you're the one in a stranglehold. You see, my guard here learned of your friend in the paper that had copies of the photos, and went to...visit him.

The reporter shook in fear.

Reporter: What did you do!?

You pulled a photo from your jacket and handed it to the reporter, who was immediately taken aback by it.

You: Oh my god...

You: He's still alive, though he will be walking with a cane from now on.

Kingpin: If that's not enough to convince you, I also have some 'interesting' photos of you.

The reporter was sweating in terror.

Reporter: What!?

You pulled another set of photos from your jacket, and put them on the table.

Kingpin: As you can see, we have learned that you are a fan of brothels, less than legal brothels.

Reporter: How!?

Kingpin: Here's the new deal; you hand over those photos now, and we don't publish the ones we have of you.

You: Think hard.

The reporter shook for a moment, and then reached into his jacket and threw the paper onto the table.

Kingpin: There they are.

You took the photos and put them in your jacket.

Kingpin stood up from the table.

Kingpin: A pleasure doing business with you.

You and Kingpin left, leaving the reporter shaking in fear.

Kingpin: The photos of him are already in circulation, yes?

You: Yes sir, he will be a disgrace by tomorrow morning.

Kingpin: Excellent, I told you that there was nothing to worry about. Now on to the ball.

You opened the limousine door for Kingpin, and entered the limousine after him, driving out into the night.