He didn’t even bother to knock before barging in.

Igor is fingering a naked bîtch in the living room, and the girl is crying loudly.

“What did you do, Dante?” He demanded.

“Get out! I’m not in the mood to talk!” Dante replied, his three fingers going into the bitch’s pu$$y again.

“Fûck! Fûck yes!” She female moaned, widening her legs farther from each other.

“What did you do to the mission? Three people died!” Eight shouted, and that made Dante face him.

He withdrew his wet fingers slowly from the pu$$y, and the female complained with a whine as Igor walked to Eight.

“Repeat that,” he said.

“The mission…...