"Hello, Marcos. It's Jake."
"Look who finally decided to reach out, do you know the kind of mess your assess have dragged us into!" The man on the other end yelled.
"We were set up, there was nothing we could do." Jake rubbed his temples as he explained.
"I don't give two fucks if you lot were raped and tossed away! We're in deep shit and none of the higher ups want to bend the knee!" He cursed.
"What?! But if they don't then they'll-"
"I know you fucker! With Max out of commission you boys will be sacrificed." Marcos interrupted the panicking Jake.
"Out of Commission were told he was fatally injured not dead!"
"In short Max can't help you, and they're trying to negotiate with the Bevaults, if they succeed the-"
"They won't, the Bevaults gave us two options, submit to a new Boss or die, if they refuse to take the knee then were all corpses." Jake groaned in complaint.
