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“He’s in the back,” the bartender whispered, his hands shaking as he polished a glass. “But he’s got ten guys with him.”
The enforcer, a man built like a brick wall in a silk suit, looked up from his cards. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here, girlie.” Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)
“And you’ve got a lot of my leather upholstery on your pants,” Doja replied, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “I’m not here for an apology. I’m here for the keys. And maybe the watch.” “He’s in the back,” the bartender whispered, his
The enforcer laughed, a wet, ugly sound. He signaled his men. They closed in—suits tight, knuckles cracked. “He’s in the back
She reached down, plucked the keys from his limp fingers, and slid his gold Rolex off his wrist.