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[color=olive]”Language, Jules”[/color]

Of course they would react like this. No matter how many times Sami turned up with a new bruise or cut, they always had to pry. He knew it was only because they cared but that didn’t make it less annoying. He didn’t like them getting into his business, it certainly wasn’t for everyone let alone his crew. They were cool and he loved them but Sami knew that his world would just swallow them up and never spit them back out again.

He took the ice that Jules had roughly stuffed against his chest and placed it over his swollen lips for only a brief moment before walking to the far side of the RV, disappearing for a minute before returning with a beer cooler and pouring the ice into it. [color=olive]”Appreciate that, now the drinks will stay cold longer”[/color] Latino Heat quipped. He wasn’t really going to get out of this one. They were going to have to know what happened, with him whisking them off on an adventure, they were putting a lot of faith in him.

[color=olive]”So here’s the deal; the RV, it’s from my Dad’s lot ok? He was going to junk it and it was just sitting there. So yeah, I took it. It’s not the worst thing let's be honest? Yes, my face is a little busted up for the rent-a-cop but I’m fine. He came off a lot worse than I did. If you don’t feel comfortable doing this? Then I understand, there’s no hard feelings and I’ll see you when I get back. Otherwise, get your asses in gear, get on the RV and enjoy the ride”[/color]

Finished with his venting, Sami Havana Jr took off his oil covers shirt to reveal his deceptively impressive tattooed physique. [color=olive]”I’m gonna change and then we’re gonna get started”[/color] He turned and looked at Emi and offered her a soft smile [color=olive]”Umbra has some stuff to deal with. We’re gonna swing by her place and see if she still wants to tag along”[/color] He then quickly entered into the RV to change his shirt, replacing his grey sweatshirt with dark floral button down.

[color=olive]”Time to go baybay”[/color]

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[b]Meanwhile: Somewhere in Venice Beach[/b]
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Havana Motor Emporium; a glorious place of cheap automobiles and a welcoming atmosphere that makes any client feel like a number one. The shop floor and offices used for many a deal on a used or cheap car. The back room was also used for deals but of a different kind; drug running, home invasion, the occasional murder, no big deal.

[color=red]”Entiendo, señor estrada, la mercancía se encontrará puntualmente”[/color]
[i](I understand Mr Estrada, the merchandise will be found promptly)[/i]

As the line went dead, Hector “Havana” Alejandro looked over to his trusted ally [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1c/f5/eb/1cf5eb18454bd5724da60bfa2d95140a.gif]Mr Goode[/url] and sighed. [color=red]”Our friend isn’t taking no for an answer. He wants his product and he wants it quickly. I don’t care who you have to use Mr Goode, the Iron Tribe, the Samoan SWAT team, it doesn’t matter. Find my son, find that RV and get everything back, by any means necessary”[/color]

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