Otherwise they’ll chew you to pieces. Beat you to death, maybe, or simply kill you, or at least scare the hell out of you.
Off topic but i TRIED to read a coontemporary mafia romance and got one (1) chapter done before i decided to stop wasting my time. And a great difference is that in everthing dark and vile, Dostoyevsky says it plainy while the book terribly romanticised it. I am talking about Kincaid's Dante.
