THE MAFIA’S SAINT
I used the back door, the one we usually use when we have appointments that we want to go in noticed.
I walked over to our own doctor, one that worked on us whenever we came in.
Doctor Pablo.
He was shocked to see us barge into his office, his bald head had been staring down at something, then his hand down his pants, beads of sweat were across his forehead.
Immediately we’d walked in, he jolted back, shocked and surprised, pulled his hand out of his pants, I stared down at his greasily hands, but sadly , he couldn’t help hide the sounds on his laptop .
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