Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 18:40:21 GMT 2
It's the tiger's stripes that make him so appealing, but that roar has frozen many souls in place
"Marco, do you know when she is coming?" Shaun looked at his watch impatiently. He had been waiting an hour for this person to come... He was starting to get angry at her late arrival.
"Relax would you?" Marco chuckled at Shaun's own anger. "Don't forget you arrived here early, it ain't even time to meet her yet."
"I wasn't that early," Shaun grumbled to himself.
"An hour early is that ear-"
"Whatever!" The Bianchi interrupted. He leaned against the railing of the patio and focused on the oncoming cars, wondering which one would turn into the parking lot of this raunchy establishment and whether it would be because of business or pleasure. Marco stood right behind him, smoking his shitty cigarette brand and drinking his wine. He was too laid-back for Shaun's taste, but one of them had to be.
A couple days ago, Shaun had managed to capture some idiot gang member who stupidly tried to steal some of his "tools." The guy's friends got away, but he was unfortunate enough to be left behind. Shaun's boys captured this fool while he was trying to hide inside some crates at one of the Bianchi warehouses. The young Bianchi had the gang member brought into the basement of the tiger's den, there he was tortured beyond belief, but not a single piece of him would crack. This man was like Bishop, a stone wall. Eventually, Shaun had to call upon other services that specialized in getting people to talk, which was when Marco mentioned of some hardcore chick who could get people talking by just her presence.
"My friends hired this client, right?" Was what Marcos said. "She was supposed to kill this guy, but she did more than that. She painted a picture with his guts. And when my friend talked about her, it was like he was getting chills. And that gave me the chills. And we all got the chills together. This chick is straight-edge, man."
Marco sold Shaun on this lady's services, and now they waited for her. The young Bianchi was anxious to get information out of this man, so he came a little early, hoping that she would come early as well. When she didn't show yet, his anxiety grew. The air was cold in the night of Chicago, but Shaun Bianchi could never shiver when there was so much tension within him.
"Relax would you?" Marco chuckled at Shaun's own anger. "Don't forget you arrived here early, it ain't even time to meet her yet."
"I wasn't that early," Shaun grumbled to himself.
"An hour early is that ear-"
"Whatever!" The Bianchi interrupted. He leaned against the railing of the patio and focused on the oncoming cars, wondering which one would turn into the parking lot of this raunchy establishment and whether it would be because of business or pleasure. Marco stood right behind him, smoking his shitty cigarette brand and drinking his wine. He was too laid-back for Shaun's taste, but one of them had to be.
A couple days ago, Shaun had managed to capture some idiot gang member who stupidly tried to steal some of his "tools." The guy's friends got away, but he was unfortunate enough to be left behind. Shaun's boys captured this fool while he was trying to hide inside some crates at one of the Bianchi warehouses. The young Bianchi had the gang member brought into the basement of the tiger's den, there he was tortured beyond belief, but not a single piece of him would crack. This man was like Bishop, a stone wall. Eventually, Shaun had to call upon other services that specialized in getting people to talk, which was when Marco mentioned of some hardcore chick who could get people talking by just her presence.
"My friends hired this client, right?" Was what Marcos said. "She was supposed to kill this guy, but she did more than that. She painted a picture with his guts. And when my friend talked about her, it was like he was getting chills. And that gave me the chills. And we all got the chills together. This chick is straight-edge, man."
Marco sold Shaun on this lady's services, and now they waited for her. The young Bianchi was anxious to get information out of this man, so he came a little early, hoping that she would come early as well. When she didn't show yet, his anxiety grew. The air was cold in the night of Chicago, but Shaun Bianchi could never shiver when there was so much tension within him.
