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I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

The old man laughed it off. We head inside and to my surprise, Chul-Moo is laying on one of the couches, bruised up really bad. I instantly go to his side. "Boss." he whispers when he sees me, "It is chaos...back home." "Don't talk, Chul. I'll get someone to get you to the infirmary. Dangelo!" He rushes inside quickly and notices my urgent expression, "What is it?" "I need you to take Chul to the infirmary please. I don't know where it is." He looks over at my bruised right hand man and nods. He raises him off the couch, with little to no effort and I heard Chul-Moo hiss.