“Smells like fear and fennel in here” and he wasn’t wrong.
Leaning over you, he forked a piece of your Fennel Gratinata into his mouth. É bellisimo!
Adesso, placing his meathook on your trap, giving it a squeeze.
A single salty tear rolled down your cheek. Man, he was a mean bastard.
And he was gonna be the end of you. Gangsters gonna gangster.
His green suit was razor sharp too—dark, serious, menacing. Not a bead of sweat in this heat too! Must’ve been lightweight, open weave. Probably extra fine merino…woven in Yorkshire by John Foster??? You pondered…
“Kid, I’m gonna make you an offer you will not refuse…”
- Cloth by John Foster
- Merino Wool
- Hand-stitched button holes
- 100% cupro lining
- Dry clean only
