The Sorin Gang Leader
Rodriguez Sacramento stood by the patio of his luxurious mansion, smoking one of the thickest cigars ever made, which was called the Grandes.
He took in a deep and long drag of his cigar and puffed out streams of thick and cloudy smoke through his nostrils and mouth. The distinctive and well-blended flavor of his cigar gave him a relaxing and rejuvenating aroma. Each drag gave him a sense of pleasure and well-being.
He slowly raised a picture in his hand and gazed lustfully at it through the cloudy smoke.
"The things I am going to do you," he scoffed and chuckled wickedly. He took in another drag of his cigar and forcefully blew out the smoke on the picture. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he imagined the red hair beauty in the picture, chained to a pole and trembling in her birthday suit.
Rodriguez was still daydreaming when one of his mansion attendants came running towards him.
"Boss, boss, there is..."
SMACK!