C16 Mafia Baddie

ERICA’S HOME

The sound of the lighter snapping noisily made Tammy uncomfortable, stretching her neck she glared back at Erica puffing smoke like she has no care in the world.

"I understand you are trying to act like a mafia baddie, but can you with the continuous snapping of that thing? It's distracting me." She complained.

Erica hissed, leaning back on the couch