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JJ paced back and forth on the porch of the château, talking to Pope and Kie, the rooster in our the shed crowing loudly in the background, "And we were right outside like this—" He pressed his back against the wall, imitating our actions, "—and all we hear is just, bam! Bam! Bam!", he said, mimicking the action of punching something. "Knocking the paint off the wall, G! From the inside. And I'm just looking at him, like—wait, first off, look at this shit,". JJ cut himself off, and made his way over to where Pope and Kie were sat, bending his head down and shaking it in front of them to show them the flakes of paint that were still in his hair, "Look at it."
I watched as the flakes fell from JJ's hair, laughing as Kie and Pope leaned away, cringing as the flakes fell all over them.
"That's dandruff, disgusting." Kie grimaced.
"Okay, thank you." Pope pushed JJ away, brushing the flakes that landed on him off.
"Look at all that. All right? That's paint." JJ continued, "At that point, I was just like... I'm waiting for death."
I glanced over at John B, furrowing my brows in concern. He hasn't said a word since we got back from Ms. Lana's. All of us were slightly shaken up by what we heard and saw at the house, but JJ was definitely more expressive about our experience
"Oh, okay, so, you saw the guys that shot at us right?" Pope asks.
"Yeah." I sighed out.
"Did you get a good description of them? Anything we could bring to a police report, maybe?" Kie asked, glancing between JJ, John B and I.
JJ turned to look out at the front yard momentarily, looking back at them, "Burly."
"Burly?" Pope repeated.
"Yeah. You know like—"
Kie exchanged a confused look at JJ, "That's not very helpful." She muttered out.
"Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad's garage," JJ tried to explain, everyone's eyes falling on him, "I mean, you guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers," JJ glanced at me briefly.
The thing about JJ, is that most people, especially Kooks and law enforcement, see and describe him as trouble or a rule breaker. They say that he is destined to end up just like his Dad, Luke Maybank. It couldn't be further from the truth, I just wish JJ understood that.
"I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers—" He paused momentarily, taking a drag of his juul and blowing out the smoke before looking at us again. "They're square groupers."
"They're square groupers, like narco square groupers? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?" Pope asked unconvinced.
"Yeah, man." JJ breathed out in distress, nodding his head.
"You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie." Kie muttered.
"What does this square grouper look like? Specifically?" Pope asked as JJ took another drag of his juul.
