Deceptive Charms
"LET'S GO OUT tonight," Marcus said flopping down on the couch after a long day of work.
Shiloh sighed through his nose, scrolling through his phone and reviewing the messages they got from famous actors and actresses interested in doing business with them. It would skyrocket their knock-off brand to fame, thus cementing their position in the black market. Even if the big brands found out, by then everything would have been sold and the company demolished, and nobody would find a trace of them. Shiloh didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was getting so good at working for the mafia, that it was starting to become second nature.
His dream of going to Julliard seemed minuscule in comparison to this.