LUCIEN
I crawled out from underneath the ground, through the man hole. My Consigliere came right out after me.
I stood beside my car, brushing my hair back and dusting off my clothes. There were blood drops on them. I frowned, my eyes darkening. If that rat wasn’t dead, I would have had him beaten again.
Well the blood drops were occupational hazards so I could overlook that. It is hard to gift wrap shred bites of a human without getting a single red thing on you.
“Boss, what now?”
I paused, sighing because I had to abandon my personal grooming now.
“We go to Wildfire Mob. I need a new shipment of weapons and drugs before the autumn month. I have to arrange for any way that works even if it means flashing a smile to that b***h in a blue leotard.”
My Consigliere opened the door of m
