𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞; t. fushiguro
"i need to talk to jamal." you suck your teeth at the sound of his name. "he's dead. so get the fuck out," you say. his eyebrow raised, shock shown on his face. "since when?" "i don't think you're in the position to ask any questions," you say as you push the gun into his forehead harder. he licked his lips before sp...