Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26273552-20161105143616/@comment-26821421-20161105151752

Bryson leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms into the air. He glanced over at the phone, hoping to get in some kind of ring. This job didn't pay all that well for what it was. However, the real gold that came from it was making deals with Mafias. It made the real money...