Chapter 3 - One Last Job

[devilman621]

John hated holding cells. They were damp and dirty, filled with the detritus and crude graffiti of its previous occupants. The cold iron made him feel like some kind of caged animal. And there was that anticipation, the impending sense of doom that you never can shake no matter how many times you get pinched. But the solidarity gave John a

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[midnightmelodie]

you like mobster shit dont you?

[devilman621]

Yeah, I probably do