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Hi I'm Courtney Johnson and I'm the most feared most country most southern mafia leader you will meet. How am I the leader exactly you may ask? My uncle is whole Italian but my mother is only ha...
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Me and Lucas were un-tacking our horses when we heard the weirdest noises. I grab my gun. "Lucas? You here that?" I say asking Lucas not even looking at him. "Yeah. Who the fuck in their right mind is out at this time to even try and pull this shit? I don't know just get ready for anything." "I always am you dick." "Fine whatever. lets go."
We slide the doors back open slowly. Just to find Payton and Quin unloading hay bails. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL DOING THIS SHIT THIS LATE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I COULD HAVE ALMOST KILLED ONE OF Y'ALL." I say annoyed that they put me on high alert for no fucking reason and because I told them to do this later. "We got tired and didn't do this earlier. We got scarred and thought you might kill us if you found out so we are doing it now?" Payton said sounding more like a question more than anything as we were walking back into the barn. "Whatever. Brother or not, I will kill you if you don't do what I tell you when I tell you to do so. But lets just go to sleep. I'm tired as a bitch." I say punching Payton in the arm.
¨thank god I thought I was gonna die here.¨ Payton said making me shoot right passed his head. He looks at me wide eyed. ¨You could be if you really wanted to be. I would be more than glad.
