C87 THE MAFIA COOK

"Hey wait a fucking minute..." The Charmer whispered to himself. "Max didn't put up a fuss when Jack said he might have to pay for my motorbike... Why that scumbag son of a bitch, I oughta..."

“Eron, what did you find?”

“Huh, uh… what? Find? What do you mean?” he stammered as he looked around the basement trying to act busy