Chapter 26: Don.
Pablo just stood there, staring at Joseph or more like at his nose. But it was true, he could do it... of course he could. He had dug into gunshot wounds, stopping bleeding, and done plenty of other things, so popping back a nose was nothing.
"Then, it’s going to hurt a little." He said as he stepped closer and got a grip on Joseph’s nose. But nothing came from him, not a noise, not a scream, not even a heavy breath.
He was chilling while Pablo positioned his fingers on his nose and did it.
He popped it back.
"Ahh... it’s better." Joseph said again calmly as he stared at Pablo. "Is it straight?"
"Uhmm... not really." He said as he eyed his nose. "But much better."
Joseph sniffed once or twice, and that was it, like his nose had never even been dislocated.
"It’s working... then I’m gone." He said, and with it, he just turned back and started walking out of the dinner area to the stairs and up where exactly Pablo said it was.
It was enormous. The room was as big as the apartment living room where he lived before the prison. Even the bed itself was for like six people rather than one. But the best thing was the bathroom, which was just as enormous, with a big-ass bathtub that would easily bang some maids... yeah, he still thought about it and why would, even in God’s earth, they be in maid clothing, but shit, it’s a family, a gangster family to be precise, and fucking the woman who’s working for you is the worst thing you can do... that’s how all the bad things happen... and well, the thought went away as he was pressing the button on the wall, which did everything except turning on the water.