The gangster and the pianist
His tattoos, as far as the eyes could see, including some on his neck and chin, each told a story, were well done, hyper-realistic, and vibrant in color.
"Hello, fefe," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Silas said he wanted to talk to me."
"Sit down, kitten," he signaled to the chair in front of him. The glass table that separated them had the glass overlaid on top of thick wood, and there were several euro and dollar bills between the wood and the glass. He looked at an expensive cell phone and smiled. His very white teeth stood out against the colors of his tattoos, and his fangs were like those of vampires, thin and long, which maybe made his smile cruel. Jânio put the cellphone on the t
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