My guys pulled into the underground parking garage beneath my building after my security detail ascertained it hadn't been breached.
My would-be attackers were roasting their nuts up on the boulevard, good luck with identifying them.
I pulled mouth out the car behind me; she seemed no worse for wear for all that she'd been shot at.
Crazy lady was acting like it was par for the course.
I appeared calm on the outside, but inside I was coldly furious. Stacco was a dead f**k. He'd played his hand and lost, amateur fucker.
"You doing okay there mouth?" I checked her over more closely to make sure she wasn't in shock or some s**t.
"Oh just peachy, tell me again why it makes more sense for me to catch a ride with you than taking a cab? If I knew I would be trying out for a part in A Bronx t
