I flash a smile. "Just here for a bit of business, sweetheart. I heard rumors of some rival gang activity."
My phone buzzes. It's my right-hand man, Burke. "Lincoln, we got a problem. One of our guys got pinched by the cops."
As we discuss business, I catch glimpses of more Playboy models filtering in. Each one flashes a come-hither smile. They all seem to know me, or at least, my rep.
How's that? Want me to add anything?
Tiana winks. "Yeah, we've got some... exclusives."