chapter 2

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The next morning I made breakfast for the three of us. I have this old pancake recipe from my grandmother. I don't wanna brag but you would litteraly get them in heaven if that even exists.

When Jules and Anthony woke up they were all cuddly and shit, it made me wanna throw myself of a cliff, but I have to admit that watching them makes me want to have someone I can call 'my person' too. I'm happy they made up, because sad Jules is VERY hard to deal with. Don't get me wrong I love her but damn the bitch can throw some serious fits.

I don't really plan on doing much today. This evening I'm going to some random rich kid party for some businesses. I hope Brandon and his girlfriend will be there so I'll finally get my money.

That night I decided to go in a black crop top with a black jeans short and some dope ass black shoes Jules bought me for Christmas. I took my little bag and put the stuff I would need for the party in it.

I asked Jules if she wanted to join me but she told me she had plans with Anthony. Seeing her yesterday made me realise how long it has been since we hung out. So I really wanted her to come with me. It's okay I guess.

When I walked in the familiar sent of sweat, weed and alcohol hit me. The music was blasting through the speakers, there were a lot of people clearly high or drunk. The house is pretty big, it has a huge white staircase in the front and is very classy. I walked over to the pool in the back yard and waited for people to approach me, cause I know they will.

After a while a few people came and bought what they wanted, I sold enough and haven't seen Brandon or his girlfriend I decided to go home. As I was about to leave, one of my workers came to me.

"They're here" he told me.

"Who? Brandon and his girl?" I asked already knowing the answer

"Yeah, he's upstairs in one of the rooms. Do you want us to go?"

"Yeah but I'll come with you, I wanna handle this myself" I walked upstairs with two of my associates right behind me. God dealing gives such a powerful feeling, I love it.

I had to open a couple doors until I saw him on the bed, he was making out with what I assume is this Billie. I cleared my throat loud enough for them to hear and break apart.

"What do you want?" Billie asked me with annoyance in her voice. When she looked at me with her blue eyes I got distracted for a second.

"I want my fucking money from your little man" I tried to sound as stern and intimidating as I could. I guess it worked because Brandon jumped up and gave me some money. I didn't even have to count to know it wasn't enough.

"I need more, you really think I'm stupid and I'll let you get away with that. I know you aren't trying my patience."

Brandon swallowed and looked everywhere except at me. His eyes met mine when I walked up to him pushing Billie away.

She pushed me back and I almost lost my balance.

"The fuck is your problem bitch?" She looked at me with a blank face. But damn she was beautiful. I'm queer if you were wondering, I just never made a thing with the whole coming out thing, I don't think that's anyone's bussines except mine.

"Are you gonna move or do I need to make you?" I asked her with an annoyed look on my face.

"Make me" she said while looking straight in my eyes, if I wasn't focussed on getting my money I could've sworn she was

lowkey flirting.

"Dude, for real I just want my money, I know for a fact you can give it to me so just do so before I have to sell his kidney."

God I'm tired of this. I really hope she doesn't want to fight for real, I don't want to hurt her pretty face

Brandon nudged his head for Billie to talk to him and whispered something in her ear. She looked away from him and based of the look on her face she was furious. She got up and stopped right in front of me. I for real thought she was about to hit me but she gave me the money and walked away. I stared at her walking away with my mouth slightly open.

"Don't you even think of asking me for something again, were even now, keep it like that." I said before I walked away with the two guys who came with me.

I was about to leave when I heard someone's muffled scream and a lot of rustling coming from behind the bushes. Now I know for sure that wasn't out of pleasure so I made my way there immediately.

When I got closer I saw two silhouettes one was a woman I think and the other one was very tall and had short hair so I'm guessing that's a man. I finally got close enough to see who it was. It was Billie, she had fear written all over her face. The man tried shushing her with his hand over her mouth. I poked the side of his arm to get his attention.

When he turned around my fist met his face and he fell on the ground, I could see I hit him pretty hard because blood was already pouring from his nose. I hit him a few more times to make sure he wouldn't get up. I turned around to face a scared looking Billie.

She stood there for a few seconds before engulfing me in a hug and started crying.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're alright" I told her with a soft voice while hugging her tightly and rubbing her back, this type of shit makes my blood boil, he should be fucking dead. I want to make sure Billie is alright.

"Thank u" she said after a couple minutes just hugging. When she pulled away I looked at her. Her eyes were puffy and red from the crying and I hugged her again. God I hope she'll be okay.

"Do you want me to get Brandon and get you two home?" I asked while I pulled away to look at her.

"No, I don't want to see him right know I'm hella pissed at him cause he's been a dick to me. I'll just call an uber or something." She smiled faintly knowing she needed someone with her right know

"Do you want to come home with me, I know we don't know eachother well but I don't think you should be alone right now" I started and was about to go on to try and convince her but she cut me off.

"I would actually really like that"

I smiled. Normally I would never ask someone to come home with me but I kinda want her to.

"Alright let's go then" I said grabbing my keys from my bag. 

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