The gang leader mulls over the woman's advice, his arms folded across the chest.  He glances around from building to building, friend to friend, then straight into the woman's eyes, never once pausing or showing any sign of vulnerability.<br/><br/>"Fuchini hired you?"<br/><br/>He turned back towards his friend. Hushed whispers flew back and forth.  Moments later, his friends start to disperse.<br/><br/>Satisfied that they had reached a plan, the leader stepped up to Traci.  She was taller than him, but he wasn’t looking at her face. “Sorry, but if the feds were interested in stopping us, they would have done it long ago.”  He reached an arm around her and pulled her closer, burying his face in her shirt between her tits.  “Ah, but thinking isn’t your strong point, is it?  We could really use some more white bitches around here.”  He began to fondle her young and supple body with his huge tattooed hands.<br/>