Callan

My gun was pulled apart while I cleaned the weapon as I was supposed to. It was spread across the living room table along with my short glass of whiskey. I know Bryce called a meeting, I just have no idea why. He said he is on his way home so I figured I am about to find out. Angelo was in the group chat, so I assume he is coming too. If it is about the fucking Shadow mafias, I swear, I am going to string one up by his throat like the cartel love doing to make a point. Right in front of his bosses headquarters or...