Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-4995321-20161218013703/@comment-4059927-20161221044119

"Black widows?" Michael blinked in surprise. "Shit, you're getting sadistic in your old age, C-Money." Michael joked, flashing his usual responsive grin.

He took in Rogelio's word, drawing his phone and taking a seat at an old, withered, desk that had been discarded to the basement. He propped his feet on the desk and dialed Silacci's number. The phone began to ring, and ring.