They all caught the bus home. "Where could Damen be?" Timothy asked.
" somewhere, and I know he got D'Angelo and Maron. I have a gut feeling he does, " Gregg said.
That night at 9:50pm, Gregg's phone ranged. He was sleeping and waking up reaching for the phone.
"Hello?" Gregg answered.
"Yeah you asked for me shortie?" Damen asked.
"Hey Damen, where you been, we was looking all over for you, " Gregg said.
"I took care of the job, " Damen said.
"You didn't kill em Damen, did you?" Gregg asked, being worried.
"Naw I did what you asked me to do, I scared him
bad, and believe me, they won't fuck with y'all again.
"Cool, I like that. Where are they?" Gregg asked?
"What do you mean shorty?" Damen asked.
"Me and my boys were under the impression you have em, " Gregg said.
"We just scared shorties off couples days ago in the alley and gave in a few punches and left em where they was at, " Damen said.
"Aw okay, just wondering man, well when you are going to pick up your money?" Gregg asked.
"Tomorrow at 5:00," Damen said.
"Okay well thanks man, " Gregg said, as they both hung up their lines.
Book written by Ciara Webb
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