Mob boy has lost his damn mind, he actually ordered these guys to come and pack us up. No sooner had the dead goon's carcass been dragged away than these beef necked hoods, (I know a hood when I see one) were at the door with boxes and scowls that would scare small children.
"Mrs. Flanagan...."
"Come on in guys." He answered from behind me before I could correct the man's assumption that I was the little wife.
I heard a whispered 'is that her' before the three men turned and looked at me before being hustled off by the Don.
"What have you been telling these people about me?"
"Uh Mouth, we're not known for bow and arrows around these parts, two in quick succession and obviously by the same hand will bring speculation and being in our line of business, we have to keep up on the latest n
