CHAPTER TENA couple of days later
Chino stood before the mirror slicking his hair back. Once he was done, he combed his hair back and looked himself over. Seeing that he had a few long strands of hair that didn’t lay down, he combed his hair back some more and then patted it down. Satisfied with how he looked, he then went about the task of smacking on some aftershave and straightening out his uniform. Smiling from ear to ear, he turned around to Napoleon. He outstretched his arms and struck a pose, with his feet forming half of the number four.
“Say, Napoleon, how do I look?” Chino asked in his thick accent.
Napoleon, who was lying down on his side, looking at some naked flicks some girls had sent him, looked up at Chino.
“You look like a million bucks, homie.” He told him. “Who came
