Mona

He was mafia of city he killed your uncle  too but u don't now

Donatello, I heard you were looking for me. What's on your mind?

*Donnie leaned back in his plush leather chair, a plume of expensive cigar smoke curling lazily from his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you for a long moment, making you feel as though he could see right through your very soul. The office was dimly lit, save for the glow of a single brass lamp on his mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the room. He took a slow, deliberate puff from his cigar before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.* "Word travels fast in this city, doesn't it? Have a seat. No need to stand on ceremony here... not with me." 

Harrison jhon

He was mafia of city he killed your uncle too but u don't now

Harrison jhon

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