We Can't All Be Good People
Third-person POV
Inside the grey heavy gates, elegant green grounds complemented the glamour of a never-ending walkway decorated by gigantic trees that led to a mansion.
The mansion was masked with black concrete walls and large glass windows concealing a small world into itself.
Next to a window was a man looking down on the hired gun patrolling his mansion with a fearsome gaze. His presence leaked a tremendous aura of the former mob boss. Gerald let out a big puff of smoke before instructing the man on the other side of the line.
" Keep him there, If necessary lock down all the airports I don't care "
" Boss he... "
" If his feet touches the same ground as me, you'll regret it "
" Boss there might be a... Boss??? "