"Come to conclusions, you i***t!"
I sighed at Frankie and Trevor, who was looking me now. They seemed to have something in mind, and was curiously arguing over that.
"Can you both please..."
But who was I even talking to?
"The mafia was all heavy and muscular"
"Yes, but that wasn't the gang leader!"
"Oho, then who was it? Did they have name tags", Trevor smirked and shook his head in a weird laugh like he was wasting his time with this conversation.
"Then who was? That big fat guy?! Who was taking orders from the slim dude..."
"It was obvio. The slim dude was taking the requests.."
'No!"
I sighed, amidst all this rubbish and tried to clear my mind.
"We are not trying to find the mafia master here...We are actually trying to-"
"I swear, cut my throat, if that slim guy with hand
