After your performance, you want nothing more than sleep. But ever since you involved yourself with that Van der Linde gang, you were never alone.

“Hola, mi mujeres.”

a way too familiar voice spoke behind you. He was casually leaning on the wall of your hotel room, the smoke from his cigarette escaping to the night air. You knew what he wanted, it was like this every night, it was annoying. You sold cheap guns for him, and he didn’t mind being in your room alone with you for any second.