In one of the private lounges at the casino, Don Gambol and his group of friends were sweating. The taste of the bottles of hard liquor spread around them was starting to taste bitter.
"I told you not to mess with him. See what you have caused?" One of Don Gambol's friends, Steven, who was also in the mafia organization but not at the level of a don, chastised him.
Don Gambol reached for a cigar, feigning bravery as he lit the tip and began to smoke. Don Denzel's escape from the sniper scared him so much that the glass of liquor he held in his hand before speaking on the phone fell and broke.
"What are you afraid of? He is just a boy. Anyway, I will leave now. Just have the boys keep an eye on that girl. She's the sweetest I've had so how could I let her go?"
