Stephan hesitated for a minute before picking up the phone.
"Yes?" he said curtly while he gripped the phone hard.
"Stephan, Stephan, Stephan," Donnie chided, "I don't quite like your tone of voice. You should be careful about my temper. I may just take out my displeasure on these two cute little buns of yours."
Stephan took very deep breaths, and then in his most cordial voice, "Yes, Mr. Donnie. What can I do for you?"
Donnie's laughter came through the phone, making Stephan grit his teeth.
"Much better," Donnie said, "Such an obedient one. Far better than your wife. Oh, sorry. I should say, dead wife."
"You…"
"Ah ah ah," Donnie warned with a slight laugh, "Enough playing around. For now, you'll be our runner. There's a bit too much heat lately, so you'll need to do the deliveries for us."
"For now," Donnie continued, smiling at the other end of the phone.
