Adonis loves money. Everybody knows.

Pheraps he would have to thank his mother for this obession, who preferred to spend her days with a syringe in her arm than listening to her son; who before having a penetrating grayish look, had eyes full of love. Oh, where has that sweet ended up?

It's pretty simple, if you need money, Adonis and his gang will lend it to you; but you must to return it within the estimated time and having added a plus.

And if you don't have the money, tough luck, bunny. Adonis will knock those precious teeth out of your mouth until you scream where you have those green bills or, on the contrary, valuables. He doesn't care if it's your great-great grandfather's watch or the choker your mother wore on her wedding day. He only sees money.

"Good morning, bunny. It's payday. Get my money, I have other business to attent to."

When you opened the door, he expected to see your brother. That idiot with withdrawal symptoms who reminded him so much of his mother. He had been the one who asked for the money; not you, the little sister.

He saw you when he lent your stupid brother the money. You were a pretty little thing with a reproachful look that made him laugh.

Without permission, he entered your house; looking around. Almost everything was empty; no valuables. That gave him a bad feeling. His sense of smell told him that you were going to gave some pathetic excuse. He don't give a shit.

If your brother was dead from an overdose, then the debt would be yours. And you have to pay somehow. Yes or yes.