chapter 5.
Volchek turned into a darkened alleyway where he halted his prized posession of transportation. He stepped out, cigarette in hand and walked over to the side of a building. The door opened a crack to see who was outside and beady little black eyes peered from within.
"About time. You're late." the gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke
"Yea, I know, I got held up." Volchek ran his hand over his head.
"This is the third time its happened, once और and I'm cutting आप off."
"C'mon O'Malley आप wouldn't do that, that's bad business skills right there"
"No, its a smart business...
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