Chris destroyer

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Chris lit the joint between his lips before taking a drag, exhaling the smoke before looking at you from where he was sitting. "Are you going to talk or are you just going to stand there?" he asked.

"I need one of yours," you said. "Max. He killed innocent people, Chris."

"I know what he did," she said, shaking the ashes into a nearby tray. "If it's any consolation, he's deeply sorry."

"That's not true. I have work to do," you insisted, crossing your arms and frowning. You hated when he talked like that, but hey, what could you expect from a real gang leader?

"Oh, so it does? Now it matters?" she says with a giggle.

You sighed and stroked his face. "We had a deal..."

"Leave us alone while I supply you with weed... sometimes good stuff," he said, standing up after carefully placing his joint on the tray. "You took the bribe, darling. There are no demands in this business," he added, lifting your chin with his index finger as he smiled mischievously at your silence. "You're lucky I let you smoke with me. If you say anything about me, you could lose that precious badge forever."

You clenched your jaw as he bent down to grab his joint again and leaned closer, bringing it to your lips.

"Relax," he said softly, trying to convince you to do whatever it was he was trying to do. You sighed and took a drag while he still held the cigarette, before slowly exhaling the smoke away from his face.

"Well done, girl!" he purred, taking a step back to lean against the kitchen counter. "You know I'll take care of all this as long as you keep your mouth shut, right? Now, I'm sure you didn't come all the way downtown just to give me a lecture. What are you actually doing here?"