I wake up at around 4 in the morning to meet Sam. I see him smoking next to his car. I dap him up before putting a bag in the trunk. We finally leave.
"Did y'all find him ?"
"Not him but the man who sent him."
He hands me his phone, indicating a location on the map application.
"That's where the man lives with his bitch."
"Aight."
It takes us a whole fifteen minutes to get here. We park in front of a luxury apartment in some of the richest neighborhood of the city.
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"Here ? Who the fuck is that ?"
"A deputy."
I take my bag and we enter the building using the back door. One of the receptionists let it open. I paid the man to shut his mouth and delete all cameras footages for the next two hours. I'll call my connection at the FBI to make sure the police don't have anything on us from what's going to happen in the next few minutes.
Sam and I put gloves and ski masks on then we take the stairs to reach the 3rd floor.
"What number ?" I ask Sam.
"37".
We finally reach the right apartment. I take the keys the cleaner purposely let under the doormat and I open it as silently as possible.
We make our way inside. I walk around the house when I finally find the bedroom. As I walk in, I saw a couple sleeping peacefully. The man's hand is on his wife, who is wearing a pink babydoll. How cute.
I pull my gun out my belt and place it on the man's neck. He slowly opens his eye. I wave at him not to talk and I lead him to the living room.
Sam got everything set up. He covers the floor with some plastic tablecloth, he puts tools and nails next to some plastic bags.
The man tries to step back but I put the gun behind his head.
"You don't wanna wake up your lady."
He just sits on the chair.
"You're making a huge mistake. Do you know who the fuck I am ?"
"And do you know who the fuck we are ?" Sam replies.
"Here's Sam Robinson, my brother, and I'm Dorian. You, Mr Pratt, you're a deputy. Now look Roger..." I add. "I usually hit before I talk but I'll give you a pass. I heard one of your men been spying on London Harris. I wanna know why."
"I know nobody called Harris. You're trying to hurt the wrong man."
I smack my lips and grab a hammer.
"Do not test me tonight. Speak the fuck now before I go take your wife."
Roger seems to be groping for words. He knows he can't fuck with me. Them politicians will lie until there's no more lie to tell. They do that shit and get paid for it.
