“Okay boys, here’s the plan….” Ronnelle told them. “We start by hiding the drugs in the DEA’s office and getting him arrested.” Louis raised his hand. “Wouldn’t that just get us arrested even faster?” “No! They’ll think he does drugs. Not us. Now shut up you messed up my flow.” Ronnelle’s Iphone beeped and she saw she had a text message. The message made her smile and she quickly finished her presentation. “Okay then we go to México and we ask the people there if we can borrow some catapults. We fling the drugs across the border so the government can get involved. After that we take a two week break for my wedding. Finally, we plant the last of the drugs in Hotdog and Alicia’s Bachelor pad. They get fined or sent to jail and we get away free.” Everyone cheered and clapped for this new plan. Everyone except Jagger.
Meanwhile back at Hotdog’s place
“Grab some weapons gurl, we gotta go!” Hotdog yelled to Alicia as he was waxing his purple Bentley. “Okay give me a few more minutes.” She yelled back. Alicia walked to the car and got in. Soon they were on their way and drove to a secret place.
At the Secret Place
“Let the fight begin!” yelled Dewa. The crowd cheered menacingly. Today’s fight was between Chris Bosh and Blake Griffin. Dewa was the underground fight club’s manager. Her assistant, Sana, walked over. “We’ve made over a 100 grand off one fight. How awesome is that?” “That’s cool, but I’m waiting for someone and a something. Make sure they get the best seats.” Dewa instructed Sana. “Who are we waiting for?” she asked. “Alicia and Hotdog.”
At that exact moment, Hotdog busted down the door and Alicia hang glided through the window. Everyone in the arena screamed and started to run away. After everyone was evacuated, Dewa lead Hotdog, Alicia and Sana into her office. She closed the door and locked behind her. Then she walked over to her desk and sat down.
“So, this call was about what?” Dewa asked. Hotdog responded, “We need some of your best fighters to help us with a job.” “What kind of job?” “Alicia and I are going to take out Ronnelle and her crew. The thing is she is an evil master mind. She can kill a person with a spoon or a ketchup bottle.” Alicia flinched. “Ronnelle’s just plain evil.” She said. “I don’t think she’s gonna be doing anything destructive any time soon. Ronnelle’s getting married in two weeks.” “Who she marryin?” Hotdog and Sana asked. “Oh, that guy, who owns half of the music business- Liam Payne; The guy who hates spoons.” Alicia was shocked. Whoa who would want to marry someone that mean? She’s not ugly but she ain’t all that… Alicia thought. “EWW! Doesn’t Liam see her in her natural state? Ronnelle’s a druggy.” Dewa shrugged and sighed. “I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.”
Meanwhile, Ronnelle and her crew snuck into the Head DEA’s office. Louis and Harry kept watch and Ronnelle and Jagger went in the office. “Jagger, open that closet and put the crystal meth in that box. Then put two plastic bags of it in that coat’s pockets. After that, dump the rest of it into the desk’s drawers.” “What are you gonna be doin?” asked Jagger. “I will be writin a strongly worded letter to Hotdog and Alicia. So shut up and get to work!”
Going back to the task at hand, Jagger looks at a window and throws the drugs out the window. Take that you son of a bitch. With that he jumped out of the window, running as fast as he could back to his house. Arriving at his home he knocked on the door and his mom answered. “Jagger?” “Hey mom. Can I come back home? It’s hard out there.” She hugged him tightly and dragged in inside from the cold. “I’m just glad you found your way back home. Of course you’re welcomed back. Your father left months after you did so it’s just us.”
For the first time in over a year Jagger smiled.
(A/N: In later chapters you’ll learn Jagger’s back story)
