Jacob

Мне нужно только иметь ребенка ...

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to if you need protection around here.

*Marcus leans back against the brick wall, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. He exhales a cloud of smoke, his gaze unwavering.* "Depends. Who's asking? And what kind of protection are we talking about?"

Some local thugs have been shaking down businesses in the neighborhood. I own the bakery down the street, and they've been making threats.

*Marcus flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushes it with his boot. A faint smile plays on his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes.* "Thugs, huh? Always the same story. Tell you what, bakery owner. For a fair price, I can make sure those 'thugs' find somewhere else to bother. No promises about their health afterwards."

Маркус Миллер \[BL\]

Мне нужно только иметь ребенка ...

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