"Mr glock, I think it's fuckin'-, cuss at me one mo time, yhu gon end up like dat boy tommy, foe." he cut the man off, mugging him.
"Yhu ain't my fuckin' mammy, bitch." Glock mumbled, sparking his blunt.
Sighing at the man rudeness. "Mr glock, yhu can smoke in hea." He stated.
Da'vante looked up at him, staring him in his eyes as he took a puff. "Damn, maybe yhu should fixed dat. Keep fuckin' talkin' bout dat bitch hardo." He said, releasing the smoke in the air.
"I think it crazy that your focusing on a music company than your own mafia business. It's outrageous. Yhu are a leader, kingpin, yhu can't just put stuff to da side, sir."
"My artist's isn't da topic today, Joe." He said, looking at his phone.
"My name is Johnny."
"Yo name is Joe, rii Joe?" He asked, looking at Johnny. Johnny nodded, huffing as well.
"Yes, mr glock. My name is Joe." He agreed, shaking his head.
Da'vante laughed, taking his last puff. "Yhu a goofy ass bitch. Didn't dolph do da same fuckin thing!" He gritted, grasping the Johnny throat, he blew the smoke in his face.
His eyes widened, seeing glock put the blunt close to his left cheek. "Y-y-yes sir he d-did." He stuttered.
He started to burn a hole in his side of his mouth, he squirm around. "I-i-im sorry!" He yelled as tears ran down his face.
Licking over his lip as he heard his office door being opened revealing Taymor.
"Damn, wrong time bossman?" He asked, laughing. Vante shook his head and taking the blunt off of his cheek, seeing a hole in the man cheek.
He smirked. "Ain't it tute, best?" He asked, laughing, letting go of Johnny neck.
Tay laughed with him. "Shit go hard, Joe." He patted 'Joe' back. "MY N-NAME IS JOHNNY." He cried, his voice broke.
