The Mafia King’s Chubby Obsession
Ayoade Busolawoke up this morning and got myself a guni woke up and chose violencewoke up and chose violencei've got you in my sights
It was dark, grainy, and green-tinted, but the shape of the cargo ship Iron Lady was unmistakable.
And so were the three speedboats flanking it.
"Status," Lorenzo barked, sitting down and putting on a headset.
"Pirates are boarding," Giovanni said, his fingers flying across a keyboard. "They have jammed the ship's distress beacon. The crew is in the citadel (panic room), but the bridge is vulnerable."