Milo watched as Don Belle paced back and forth, her worry evident in her movements. It had been almost an hour since they arrived at the abandoned warehouse for the meeting with the Wesley member who claimed to want to help them eliminate Ralph. Milo had only heard rumors about this person, someone from the Wesley gang who desired to take over as the Don and had brought the Malo and their gang together for this purpose. It was a dangerous alliance, and Milo couldn't help but wonder if this person could be trusted.
"Milo what's the time now?" Belle's question broke the silence, reflecting her growing impatience.
"It's past 11," Milo replied, glancing at his watch. The minutes seemed to stretch on, making their wait even more agonizing.
"They're taking so much time. I can't afford to stay here any longer than necessary," Don Belle expressed her concerns, her worry etched on her face.
