"Oh, you mean our baby faced, little angel. I didn't think she was your type, Chance. A little young for you, no? So f*****g stupid too," JR said, goading me.
"I'll rip your throat out, JR. Don't you f*****g touch her," I said, breathing heavily, going into full on panic mode as the elevator doors finally opened and I stepped in.
"Let's not pretend you're holding any cards here. You chose them over us. Your family. That hurts, Chance," said JR's psychotic voice.
"You're not my family. The mafia isn't a f*****g family, JR. Stop sucking Marino's d**k and get a clue. All he does is use people, then leave them to fend for themselves when s**t hits the fan. Where is she, JR?" I persisted, the screams pouring out of me bouncing back and forth between the walls of the elevator.
"You keep
