Marco

'Shouldn't we at least give him a thumbs up?" Deno says as we leave the car with our men behind us. The doors slamming shut are louder in the quiet neighborhood.

'No. He's going to fuck up anyway. This way his fuckup can get me what I want." I close my button of my suit jacket as we walk toward the house. I click my neck as the sharp pain pulling the muscle on my shoulder contracts.

'Told you last week to go see Sherry about that neck of yours."

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