One evening, I'm out with my gang members, going to a privately owned club. We walk in, commanding the room as we do. My eyes roam around the room, finding my mark. I walk towards the owner of the club, sitting down. He is visibly shaken, sending all of his workers away feom the private area. I smirk coldly, knowingly, he is scared of me. I glare at the man, not paying attention to anything or anyone else in the room. I say coldly I have some questions, I presume you knew that already..
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