EGO

GRUDGE

Devin didn't think he would ever see Randall again, but wasn't surprised that his Aunt still was seeing him. There were no grudges that he held for Randall, he just didn't trust him.

"Hello, Randall...I've been well. Aunt Honey, I'm going to be leaving soon, I have a few prospects coming in today."

"Why don't you stay and have a drink with me." Randall grabbed a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses.

He knows I don't mess with him like that.

Of course he does, he's trying to front for Aunt Honey.

"No thank you, Randall."

"What are you so afraid of? You can't handle your liquor or something?"

"Are you trying to peer pressure me, old man?" Devin chuckled.

"Old man?" Randall raised an eyebrow.

This kid grew up to be even better looking than before but he's still a pussy in my opinion. Randall thought to himself.

"Did I stutter?"

Randall smirked. "Nah, I heard you loud and clear, youngin'. I see you still gotta smart mouth."

Devin looked him in his eyes. "Telling the truth isn't having a smart mouth." He got up from the table. "Aunt Honey, I will call you later in the week."

"Why the rush? Probably hurrying to fuck a few of those girls at Begonia."

"Stop projecting. Is that what you wish you could do?"

Honey smiled at the exchange. Now that her nephew was an adult she didn't have to intervene and she knew he could definitely handle himself.

"No, I have class and don't have to pay for pussy."

"You, class? That's a good one." Devin chuckled then gave his Aunt a kiss on the cheek.

"You think it's funny I don't pay for pussy?" Randall smirked.

"No, it's funny that you think you don't pay for pussy."

Honey snickered and Randall's smirk on his face vanished.

Devin smiled. "You two have a good evening."

Randall stared at Devin as he walked out the door. The thought of him still walking around scot free bothered him.

I still didn't forget what you did to me...I will get you back, boy.

Devin walked outside but before he could get into his car, two men got out of a car across the street.

I knew that old fart was up to something.

Oh, so they're here for me?

Devin watched as the two guys walked toward the back of his car. Both were tall dressed in t-shirts and jeans, which were the complete opposite of Devin's casual suit.

The bald one looked similar to Randall and Devin figured he must be related to him.

"You Devin?" He asked.

Devin took off his jacket and opened his car door. "Yes, Randall sent you?"

They both were caught off guard and looked at each other.

Dev, one of them is carrying a knife. They are definitely here to harm you.

Devin looked at the one in plaits realizing he was the one with the weapon.

"Ok, let's get this over with." Devin stood in the open, waiting for them to attack but neither moved their feet.

"You were the one who attacked my uncle?"