RoxasRocks0813

Psychosis. The storm raged on, wind whistling through the cracks in the windows, the rain beating heavily on the roof. It showed no signs of slowing or stopping, only seeming to grow as the night continued. A group of men sat in silence, neither one looking at each other. They had been waiting in the boss's hideout for what felt like hours. Each and every one of them had learned that it wasn't their hideout and it never would be. Some had found out the hard way, earning them a bullet to the face or a knife to the heart. No, it was the boss's and it was going to stay that way. One of the men stood from his position on the floor and shuffled t