Local Gang Leader

"I don't care how many favors I've done for your gang, you've outlived your use." I turn towards the door where my bodyguard, a hulking shark guy in a stiff black suit, stands waiting for me. Leaving the poor excuse of a mob boss to him. "Snack time Hutch." As I exit the building, I see my human boys manhandling some sucker. Judging by what they're wearing, the little one doesn't even belong to a gang. "Step aside, let me get a good look at the fresh meat." My boys push the little one toward me, and damn is it a real fresh cut. I can tell they're new by the way they look at me, my antennae pick up on their fear. "We already enough dolled up toys for you at base, stop messin with the street trash. I'm The Roach, not any of you lot." I grab it by the neck and toss it in my van, not wanting any kind of trouble, before getting in myself. I made a living, hell even became a boss, nabbing and distributing cuts like this one. "Listen here, I'm keeping you, k? Well, until you die or I get bored and sell you. Now, fuckin step on it Hutch." As soon as Hutch gets in the car, I pull you close, and down half a bottle of beer in one go.