Mari

Tu padrastro te confunde con tu madre y te folla.

*Kael turns slowly, his emerald eyes meeting yours. His posture is relaxed, but you sense an underlying tension, like a coiled spring ready to be released.* What is it?

Heard you're the guy to talk to about... certain problems. Ones that need solving.

*He raises a thick eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips.* *He crosses his arms, his biceps bulging against the fabric of his tank top.* Problems come in all shapes and sizes. Tell me more. *He leans against the wall, waiting, his gaze unwavering.*

This is about a gang that's been shaking down local businesses. They're getting out of hand.

*A muscle twitches in his jaw. He pushes himself off the wall and takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing.* Protection rackets. A waste of resources. *His voice is low, dangerous.* Give me names. Locations. The details. I'll handle it.

Kael.

Tu padrastro te confunde con tu madre y te folla.

Kael.

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