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"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
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"I feel bad, but not bad enough"
Previously.... He grinned. "Don't get smart with me, son." He grimly threatened before continuing. "I'll need you to find his cellphone which has a bit of evidence leading to his death on it and bring it back here. It wasn't on him when he was killed. I'm sure it's in his house somewhere or somethin', right? Find it before police do."
I furrowed my brows. "How the hell am I gonna do that? Break into his house?"
"If that's what it takes."
"First of all i'on even know where he lives. Second that's dangerous as fuck."
He sat back and crossed his arms. "It is isn't it? Then lemme make it easier. I'll do somethin' for you in return. Ask away."
I was silent for a few moments. The fuck is he expecting me to ask? This is all crazy as fuck and now I'm caught up in a murder I had no part in. They wanna have me hiding evidence like I'm some kinda—
I looked back at him and around the house for a bit. Thinkin' of the gang, I spoke up. "You got connections to a lotta gangs 'round here right?" I asked
He nodded casually. "That's right."
"You know Dexter?"
As soon as I asked, his nose flared like bringing up his name was poison. Shit. I'on what effect Dexter has on everyone on this side of Atlanta but it sure ain't good. "Yes I do."
I thought of how much his death's impacted our gang negatively and since my brothers come first, I could work for both teams. "You know who killed Dexter? Tell me that and I'll hide the evidence involving Isaiah." I crossed my arms
He laughed shortly, sitting back up from crossing his arms as well. His face showed a grim expression and the light above us dimmed.
"Easy. It was us." ____ Michael~
To say I was shocked would really be an understatement. When I asked Star's dad the question, I didn't really think he'd actually know what the hell really happened to Dexter. I was drivin' home by now, heart feelin' heavy 'n everything.
It made me real mad that the gang was feelin' hopeless for months 'cause of Dex's death and the killers were right under our noses—as in we know 'em personally.
I know they'd get mad that I know and won't tell 'em but it ain't safe to do so.
I rolled up the windows and cruised down the street for some time, lighting up a blunt and casually placing it in between my lips. The sky was dark by now and the neighborhood was quiet as hell, leavin' me in my thoughts...
