CHARLES'S POV:
Rolling his shoulders around slowly, Malcolm takes sweet time stretching and popping his neck. Malcolm stands up and arches his back and spreads a s**t eaten grin across his annoying little lips. Malcolm grabs his hands behind his back and strides across the blood-stained floor. He admires the mild attempt at the fixed broken chairs and tables, and some remains of shards of glass still in the corners. "Gosh, I hope they come back and finish cleaning this place up. Mary Lou told me all about the owner wanting it shipshape."
Richard stands up and crosses his arms with a wicked smile, plastered to his face. Randolph growls, warning Malcolm that he is overstepping his boundaries, forcing my fangs to slice through my gums."Quit playing games, Malcolm! Take us to Pearl!"
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