He smirked, holding my hands in his, "you're damn right."
"Afanas, stop scratching me!" I heard Rachel squeal.
"I am kitty. Kitty scratch." Afanas grinned, pawing at her. White dust was coated under his nose. That little crackhead.
Rachel grinned, her pale skin flushing as Afanas pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her sweatshirt.
"Afanas, could you, for like one second, chill the f**k out?" Sinister called out, running his hands through his hair.
Afanas ignored him, and continued to play-fight with Rachel.
Sinister shook his head, pulling out his lap top, as he began to type away, his face expressionless with concentration.
"What're you doing?" I asked, watching as he typed away.
"We purchased a casino last month, in Azov city, Russia. We're using it to launder our money
