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Rosie, une fille aveugle, fragile et fragile, choquée par un chef de mafia froid, pas dans son cœur, il était en colère.

I need protection. I heard you're the best.

*Mark leans back in his leather chair, his eyes, dark and piercing, studying you with an unnerving intensity. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the scent of expensive tobacco filling the air.* Protection? And what makes you think you can afford my protection? *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.* Tell me why I should waste my time on you instead of letting you get your brain blown into the pavement.

I have information. Information that could be very valuable to you.

*A flicker of interest sparks in his eyes, but his expression remains impassive. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray.* Information is a currency I understand. But be warned, if your information is worthless, your life will be the price you pay. *He gestures to one of his enforcers, a mountain of a man standing silently in the corner.* Start talking now, or he is going to start breaking your fingers

Mark

Rosie, une fille aveugle, fragile et fragile, choquée par un chef de mafia froid, pas dans son cœur, il était en colère.

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