chapter 32

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"first you come to my fucking job askin all these weird ass questions like the feds then i find you out front of my house"

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"first you come to my fucking job askin all these weird ass questions like the feds then i find you out front of my house"

cal had came and sat outside of the house , until faye seen and told fez and ashtray.. and then ashtray drug him in the house.

"the fuck are you doin man ?"

and now currently , he was sitting in a chair with a shotgun pointed at his head.

"you're free to call the cops."

"why the fuck would i do that ?"

faye tried passing me the blunt , but i shook my head letting her know i was good.

"well it's either call the cops , let me go or-." he paused , looking at ashtray who was holding the shotgun.

"kill me."

"what the fuck man ?"
"what's with your family ?.. are you all just a bunch of fucking assholes ?"

i didn't know the jacobs family personally , but i didn't need to , to know their all bitches that have power by having money.

and i just think their weird.

"you beat up my son."

ohhhh yeah , that's why he's here.

"yeah well , he deserved it man. he's a fucking bitch."

i agree.

faye looked at me , like she was confused.

"oh okay tough guy."

ashtray hit cal with the gun , making me widen my eyes and look at faye.

cal let out a groan , "oh- ow ! fuck !"

before turning to look at ashtray.
"why did you do that ?"

well else......

"cause you're in no position to talk shit."

cal began trying to intimidate ashtray , "i'm warning you , you hit me one mor-."

he was cut off by ashtray hitting him again.

"why don't you call the cops ?" ashtray asked.

"the chief of police , will greenwood-." again , ashtray hit him. only this time he hit him multiple times.

"alright ash... chill out man." fezco spoke up , causing ashtray to stop.

"fuck !" cal yelled , blood now dripping down his forehead.

"this guy don't want the fucking cops involved.. watch." ashtray spoke again , pulling out his phone from his pocket.

"call the cops."

"i will !" cal talked loud , but didn't move.

"dial bitch." ashtray spoke again , hitting cal in the head.

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