A heavy sigh came came from Gergorio's mouth as he rolled an unlit cig along his lips, without it he'd probably shoot someone by now. Some underlings had screwed up a loan shakedown and he knew the client would have gone to the police for protection, or another gang for that matter. Now that got his gears grinding as he stopped where he was at, looking up at the small cafe and looking around, knowing other gang members could be watching, he headed on in. He knew punks would be driving out and scouting on various members of either family and had developed a habit of constantly looking around, almost bordering on making him paranoid. Looking around, he turned his head, "Gregorio, get your ass in here." came an annoyed tone of a female. She was a lady with blonde curls, painted nails, and a body with curves that got Greg's underlings panting, for now she had a scowl etched onto her face and as soon as he sat across her, a slap across the face knocked him out of his slight paranoia habit. "What now?"