ONE FOR ONE

AT THE JEWERYL STORE.

The flashy lights from the utmost illuminated jewelry store were all turned off, and Torillio’s men were suited up and well armed, waiting for his arrival. Torillio came down from his car, walking majestically with his blunt in his hand.

He threw his cap, and one of his aide caught it, almost falling to the ground. "If it had fallen, you'd be dead as soon as it touched the ground," Torillio marred. He raised up one of his hands, guiding the other one with smoke as they helped him take off his coat.

"What do we have today? Why are the lights out?" Torillio asked them exhaustedly.

"He’s here; pause; we paused all sales for now," his aide responded.

"Okay, I don’t like it; money first, dirty things later," he uttered as he moved closer to the mannequin beholding one of the necklaces. "I’m sorry, boss, we acted on your order," one of his aides said, and the other one kicked him straightaway.

"Trying to say I was high and wasted, huh? You’ve got guts," T
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