Jamey slammed a gun on the table. "Just so we're clear" he said to the terrified small man from across the table. He blew smoke out of his mouth as he snuffed out his cigarette and pulled out a new one. Jerry, who was in the shadows, pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette. He went back and watched with ease. Jamey blew out smoke again before continuing, "why.. did you decide to come to our turf?" His read eyes, landing on the man before him. The man gulped and said, "I-I didn't mean to.. um.. Mr.Haylel-." Jamey slammed the table, "BULLSHIT!" He screamed. The man flinched, but continued, "n-no! R-really!! I-I'm new t-to my clan!! I-I never meant to- I-I swear!! I-I just got to close!!" He whimpered and felt tears prick in his eyes. Jamey sighed and leaned back in his chair. "What's the matter?" He heard Jerry say. "Crying dame getting to ya?" He snickered and the man spoke up, "I-I'm not a dame" Jerry tilted his head. "I wouldn't call you a man either"

Jamey stood up abruptly. "What clan are you from?" The man shook his head. "I can't tell you-" Jamey slammed his hands against the table again. "Do you want to live or not?! You'll tell me what clan are you from?!" The man shut his eyes and took a deep breathe. "I'm from the Wilde clan. My name... is Faz Wilde"

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Have we made this yet? I wanna make it