Tristan groaned.
He didn't understand why Viridian was upset. He kicked his feet like a child and threw the blankets over his head. Knowing Viridian, she was going to be mad at him for at least a week.
His phone rang and instead of picking up the call, he began to bop his head to the ringtone. The phone rang two more times before he groaned. It was an unknown number.
Tristan hated unknown numbers. It meant new people and new people can be dangerous. He picked up the call and spoke before the other person could even get a word in.
"Hello, the person you're trying to call is either sleeping, missing, or dead. Please, do not call this number again, goodbye."
"Boss Santiago needs you. He wants you to find someone for him." The person on the line rushed to speak.
"Today is Sunday, I don't work on Sundays."
"You have no choice or else–"
"Nigga, I think the fuck not. I know your ass ain't about to threaten Tristan Black."
The person on the phone sighed. "I'll pay extra."
"How much?" Tristan sighed.
"One thousand dol–"
"You're wasting my time," Tristan snapped.
"Two th–"
"Five."
"You trying to buy a small country or what? Boss offered two grand."
"Three or nothing."
"Fine, greedy motherfucker, and tell the twins boss wants early shipment."
"3.5"
"What the fuck, Black?!"
Tristan rolled his eyes and ended the call. As he was too lazy to stand up, he dialed Keon's number.
"What?" Keon snapped.
"Santiago wants early shipment. You fuckers ain't even done anything yet." Tristan heard moans in the background and he cringed.
"Whatever."
Tristan rolled his eyes.
He should be getting pussy now like the twins but he pissed the owner of the pussy off. His phone dinged, alerting him that the information of the person he needed to find was just sent. Tristan opened his laptop and got to work.
In under ten minutes, he found whoever it was but refused to call the guy Santiago sent. Tristan planned to wait until he was called.
"Ain't nobody finna disturb my Sunday peace." He muttered, going into the bathroom to shower.
When he got out, the person had rung twice. Tristan picked up the call immediately his phone began to ring again. "So did you find him?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
"Money first."
"Black, chill. Tell me who he is first."
Tristan knew this game all too well, some clients do it all the time. You give them what they want and they refuse to pay, promising to pay the next week or month until months become a year, and then you have to fight for your own money.
Tristan scoffed.
Whoever Santiago sent had the guts to disturb him on the sabbath day and was still trying to play him. "Person," Tristan replied.
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