Jay handed Shane her bottle of beer. So how is the new pad?

Shane grabbed the bottle and took a swig. ‘One more reason to like Jay,’ she thought. He treated her like an adult.

Shane had moved into Mandys apartment a couple of weeks back. It was huge to Shanes standard. A place to herself, now that was heaven. Fantastic. I have so much space that I dont even know what to do with. I dont think I have stepped into the kitchen as of yetnothing in the fridge and all.

Jay laughed since it sounded just like him. Why do you think I hang around Meg? She could feed the whole army.

Shane looked around Jays place. Hey man, this is not bad. How did you get this place?

James lovingly looked around his apartment. It was not what one would describe as luxurious, but it was homey. He loved this place because before this he had nothing.

Yeah I tried. Actually it was Meg. She got me off the streets you know when she accidentally saw some kid meaning me unconscious after a vicious beating from a pick pocketing went wrong. Now other than tuning my skill from time to time, I just work for the mob.

At that Shane spewed out her beer, choking. Jay gave out a hysterical laugh and thumped her on the back trying to be helpful.

Man, you did not know? ***** you work for them too.

Shanes eyes bulged out. Fucked, she said to herself. In Philly, she heard of stories of the local mob and none of them were good.

Jay continued on, Joseph Sigalov. Heard of him?

Again, Shane shook her head.

Dont worry you will. He pretty much own this whole ***** area. Russian mobs.

Russian huh? In Philly, all we have are Italian mobs.

We have that too including the Chinese mobs but since I deal more with the Russian thats what I know.

They owned the White Tundra, the restaurant/bar/club where we worked. Most of the time, you wouldnt know otherwise.