Heist Denver | Money

“Good! They should know what happens when you steal from a man with a shaved head and abandonment issues!”

Moscow, his father, grabbed his arm. “Son. Calm down. It’s a cracker.” money heist denver

“You ate my fucking cracker?” Denver slammed his fists on the metal table. His eyes, wild and brown, locked onto Rio, who shrank into his hoodie. “Good

“That wasn’t on the counter ,” Denver roared, pulling off his red jumpsuit’s zipper halfway. “That was my cracker. My late-night , nobody-else-is-awake, I-dip-it-in-Nairobi’s-leftover-honey cracker.” wild and brown

Moscow shook his head, chuckling. Tokyo just laughed.