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Back when I was just a little shit, before I owned these streets

“I ondering when I’d hear froer closely “You’ve been a little hard to get a hold of these past few days”

“Right, right, sorry about that, boss” He s his hands in front of hi low”

“Laying low?” I asked in er?”

“Uh,” he said and clenched his jaw “You know, boss, I should just coht?”

I took a step closer to him and he flinched back almost by reflex I smiled at him, tilted my head “Yeah, maybe you should”

“You know I hit a strip club, right? I thought it was… I thought it ned by this fucking guy, Mack the Nose You know Mack? Black guy, really tall, all ripped and shit?”

“I know Mack,” I said “He’s Haitian Nice guy”

“Yeah, yeah, right, real nice guy, but I was trying to rob him, you know?”

I nodded and stretched er “But it wasn’t Mack’s place, was it?”

“I thought it was,” he protested “I really did I didn’t mean…” He trailed off

“Who owns that strip club, Roger?” I asked

“I didn’t know,” he said and took a step backwards “I really didn’t I don’t… you’re not mad, are you, boss? You know I’d never, never fuck with the Volkov without talking to you first You know that, right?” He squir my head