The Long Last Ride

Clement endured the trip in silence, sandwiched between two of the boss’ toughest goons. It was only a few bills a week, nothing the boss would miss — or so he thought. But soon the limo would stop at the lake house, and Clement would answer to the man known only as Mr. Big.

Small Pomeranian dog sits at a table, looking very grumpy.
You’ve been a naughty boy, Clement. (Ecchs)

Somebody snitched, Andrew Y.

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