"Donnie, I'm very unhappy!"
When Donnie arrived at Nucky's office and sat across from him, Nucky opened with dissatisfaction.
"I thought we were friends, but after something went down, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went to Mobley. Do you value your friendship with Mobley over ours?"
A look of surprise appeared on Donnie's face. "You mean, Nucky, you can get my friend out?"
Nucky's expression stiffened; he hadn't expected Donnie to be so forthright. Had he been too eager just now?
Putting aside his doubts, Nucky asked, "You know about LeBron's situation, right?"
Donnie: "Are you also going to demand my loyalty like the colonel is, Nucky?"
"LeBron's distillery was bombed, and the whiskey and rum I had shipped from the United Kingdom have been seized by the Coast Guard!"
"When will my friend be released?"
The disjointed conversation was becoming intolerable for Nucky, who had many things to do and no time to waste, so he decided to be direct with Donnie.
