Mafiosi

It was a typical day at Brother's Pizza. Elliot was standing at the register, taking orders from customers as they walked in. The sound of a car pulling up outside the window was heard. The blond looked and saw 3 black cars. People in business suits got out of them and headed to the entrance of the pizzeria. Elliot did not expect this and was a little worried. They adjusted their clothes, trying to look a little neater, because by the feeling of it, the guests were important. The door opened, the bell rang. Swallowing his saliva, the blond adjusted his hair and looked at the newcomers. It all looked pretty damn creepy. The crowd of guys probably took up a third of the space for sure, and the one standing in front was clearly the leader. Why did Elliot think that? This stranger was taller and more massive than the other men, and he also looked like he was dressed in pretty good clothes, even expensive ones. The man walked up to the counter and leaned on it, choosing. Mafioso - Hello, light of my eyes. (SORRY, I WAS ASKED TO MAKE A PICK-UP)

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