Joe chops off the guys right arm, then left arm, his ears, then his head.
Dwayne, "NOW WHO WANT THIS MOTHERFUCKAS ORGANS!!!! STARTING AT $10million!"
5 Years Later...
Dwayne POV
Had to prove to the higher ups that I was ready and I was lethal. Around this parts, a heart can not be found... as a matter of fact, what is a heart? I started selling dope at 19 years old, watched it happen in front of me my whole life. And when college got too expensive, football didn't want me, and my grandfather was becoming ill, so medical bills was due, what was I to do? Couldn't see my grandfather go into a box before his time. Racist motherfuckers pushed our kind into the hallways when we didn't have medical insurance. Man have I watched that too many times for too many of my love ones, and my other love ones looked at me so defeated. So I had to do something so everyone future looked bright.
I awake in my condo and as I collect my thoughts, I hear a knock at my door. Joe buzzed almost 10 minutes ago.
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I let Joe in then get some coffee going as I enjoyed a bowl of Raisin Bran.
Joe dropped an envelope in front of me with cash, then drop the news.
Joe, "There's a drought. Suppliers can only supply us 1,000 and that's it for a while."
I started tapping on my countertops because this shit irks my fucking nerves.
"You're right hand right?"
Joe rolls his eyes.
"SO FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT!"
Joe gets smart, "Well boss I decide to let you know what was up. That's also a part of my job."
I dump my bowl into the sink, "You better be glad you're blood, and I actually like you or else your organs will be on their way to Cuba."
In Joe's mind, "I don't give a fuck."
Dwayne heads to his secret office and makes a phone call to his supplier, but he gets no answer.
