CHAPTER III: Il Don

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"so what happened?"

"i killed him"

"why do you sound so sad?"

"i accidentally pushed him off the window"

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

"what?!"

"you're gonna get spotted"

"yes i fucking know"

The guards came rushing in to the office and my smart and tricky brain found a hiding spot, yes i am barely holding on on this side of the window. Fuck what if i get caught?

"yo where are you?"

"shut up"

One guard looks outside the window and looked down and he saw the mayor dead, i am looking at him but guess what did he do? He didn't even see me he just panicked and ran. So after that i just jumped across a roof and escaped FUCKING successfully, god i am the van gogh of assassinations.

After that i paid them their shares and then hermione and gem hosted a party

*phone rings*

"Stay Focused!"

"I am but this might be important"

*phone rings*

"Hello?"

"where are you?, we're here having fun woooohooooo"

"are you drunk"

"who cares come over"

"i can't"

"why??!, you said you like girls right here's this girl called barbara and she's a beauty"

"oh i love to see her, but i can't. I am having zumba with my aunt"

"(stay focused) I AM AUNTIE, all right bye."

"nooot a bye bye is enough come on over"

"is that even a right grammar, anyways i fucking can't i fucking said it didn't i my auntie is kind of autistic she's crazy (who are you talking to?, your baby mama) MY BABY WHAT?? I CAN'T EVEN PULL A GIRL (shut up and dance) I AM I'M FUCKING AM, goodbye"

"hey this is gem, hermione is a little tied up right now but did you remember the heist we did?"

"yes that aged like teenage pregnancy"

"what?"

"bye."

*phone rings*

"what is it now?"

"i don't fucking know ok, i don't fucking know"

"HEY Watch your mouth Victor"

"i am fucking 28 i am a so legal age"

"you smoke?"

"auntie what the fuck are those questions"

"get the phone victor so we can burn some fat"

"where the fuck is toni anyway?"

"he's working, come on burn some fat"

"i am 140 pounds auntie i don't eat much and i don't even sleep well, i might have anemia"

"where the fuck is toni fucking hell this hag"

"what did you say?"

"i said i forgot my bag who got a design of a hog"

I have fucking enough with this-

*phone rings*

Oh fucking great another call, this might be another client or might be hermione? But i don't fucking know i wish toni was here, FUCK YOU TONI YOU SON OF A BITCH.

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