Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 2

George POV

He closes my trunk after helping me put the briefcase of cash in the back of my car.

"No way man I'm done with this shit" I argue while shaking my head.

"Bro, since when?" He says leaning against my car.

"Since now! I don't want to be involved anymore I'm sick of it"

He sighs and rubs a hand down his face. "Look I respect you I really do, especially after today. But he's a friend and he really needs your help! I told him I would talk to you about it" he says looking distraught by my answer. He probably doesn't have a lot of people tell him no.

"John look I get it but I told myself this would be my last case that's.. you know! Like this." I waffle, unlocking my car and getting ready to leave. I'm done with this conversation.

When I go to open my door he puts his hand on it keeping it closed shut which kind of startles me.

"Well... I may or may not have told him you already agreed" he confesses, seeming actually sorry about it.

"Tell him I changed my mind" I turn to face him, crossing my arms annoyed he would speak on my behalf.

He scratches the back of his neck, "Look this guy, he has a lot of connections." He pauses. "If I tell him that he would have us both killed no problem"

I give him a disappointed look. I'm tired of this. I don't want to be apart of it anymore.

"He will give you double what I gave you today" he continues.

I sigh. Maybe one more case wouldn't hurt.

"What's his name"

___

Dream.

A 21 year old man who is know to be a leader of one of the cities most dangerous gangs ever. He had always been seen wearing a motorcycle helmet when handling business. He is 6'3 and has dirty blonde hair. He was caught for murder a couple of weeks ago and awaiting trial.

I sigh, and continue doing research on this mysterious leader. I've never dealt with someone this high up in the crime world as I call it.

It frightens me, having my last case be so serious, but I guess I'll go out with a bang.

*Ding ding*

My phone goes off which I assume to be John. When I was leaving he told me he would text me his contact info so I would be able to get in touch with him.

I pull my phone out of my pocket,

John :

Phone number is 098-541-7878, his name is Dream

And George, I hope you succeed with this one.

Me :

Thanks

Well of course I would want to succeed, but that text did send a shiver down my spine. I'm guessing this guy is not to mess with.

A few minutes go by and I'm sat here debating on sending the text to this so called leader. What if I just don't, how would he find me?

Okay that's a dumb question, he probably has numerous people working for him. Not to mention John would have my head.

Me :

Hi, it's George

I start off simple, hoping maybe he won't know who I am so I don't have to deal with this case.