"I'm on Sight ,boss"...Grayson pushed open the bar door, the creak of the hinges barely registering in his mind. New month, new mission His eyes flicked over the people there,.their voices.barely louder than the hum of the jukebox in the corner. It wasn’t much—just a hole-in-the-wall place. But that’s how things usually went when the Mafia was involved*
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