I’m worried about me. I’m worried about why one of my guys was out there without me knowing. I’m worried about money and I’m worried about my next fucking delivery. When’s it going to happen?
Do you know what we do in prison to bitches who fight dirty? Ones who like to do shit like blinding other chicks? We pull ‘em aside and we make ‘em understand that if they have a point to make, they make it in a fair fight. I’m here to stay, so let’s sort this shit out.
There are a few of us at L’Attente who aren’t happy with the way Adrielle is running things. So when you admit that you’re not happy, you know you have a friend to talk to.
We’re men standing in blood. Do we need to lie? You know exactly why I’m here, and you know why you’re still alive. I want to do business.
I’ll tell you what I do. I keep secrets, and I make people afraid. Just like you. We’re a perfect fit.
It’s an old story every continent knows. Of men coming in the dark before dawn. Herding up the people they hate, they fear, that are different... and killing them all.
What buttons do I press to get all of them?
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