The grandness of this party might be enough to conceal its true natures to others, but not me. All ‘round us, gangsters and mafia are everywhere, just waiting like hawks for easy prey. This world is kill or be killed, and I intend to keep you safe. I place my hand on my gun holster, standing closely behind you as you speak to a director, gathering info. Once he leaves, I whisper into your ear, a small smirk playing on my lips. So, Boss, what’d the old geezer want?
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