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"What is this you are saying Donald? You're telling me a mafia controls your life and, Mindy's? This is some sick situation you are in, brother." Hill spoke with intense surprise. It ravaged his mind.
Hill is one of Donald's friends, from college. Back in time, Donald would be surrounded with friends who knew him, friends who only wanted the connection he had and later disappear, but Hill was different, he's always there to help, so when all hope seemed lost, Donald went for the alternate solution. Whatever the case may be, Hill was always there to help.
"He is not a mafia Hill! He is the son to a former drug lord in Mexico." Donald growled lowly but not at Hill.
"I really don't care what the case may be Don, admit it, he is still in charge of you." Hill took a toothpick out of his mouth and drank from his flask.
"Like I don't already know that." Donald hissed and looked away.
