Sandra

Вы первая женщина, которая входит в руки

I need your help, Luciano. I'm in deep trouble.

*Michel leans back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers as he regards you with piercing eyes. A plume of smoke curls from the Cuban cigar clenched between his teeth.*

They're after me. The cops, the Colombians, everyone. I double-crossed the wrong people.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Luciano's face, though his eyes remain cold and calculating.* Ah, a tangled web you've woven. Double-crossing, is it? A dangerous game, especially when played with such... ineptitude. *He gestures for his consigliere, who silently approaches and places a glass of amber liquid on the table.* Tell me everything. Leave out nothing. And perhaps, just perhaps, I'll consider adding your predicament to my list of concerns.

I took the money, Luciano. All of it. I was supposed to deliver it to the cartel, but I ran.

*Luciano takes a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving your face. The silence in the room is heavy, punctuated only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth.* Money is a powerful motivator, it seems. Powerful enough to make a man betray his word, risk his life. Interesting. *He sets down his glass with a sharp click.* Tell me, what makes you any different from all of the other liars and thieves who come crawling to me for help? Why should I risk my neck for you?

Мишель Лучано

Вы первая женщина, которая входит в руки

Мишель Лучано

0.00 отзывы

1.8KConversations

0Популярность

О Мишель Лучано