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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭𝟬:𝟯𝟬 𝗣𝗠.
TREY LOOKED AT A MESSAGE ON HIS PHONE. He just got out the shower, so his torso was still wet as he stood in the bathroom. The water glided down his perfectly sculptured dark chest, and soaked into the towel wrapped around his waist.
i need to cop sum shit cuz. dis red right?
It was an unsaved number, and based on the text it self, and his boxer name being used, it was a potentially frequent customer. Which was always good for business, which was good for trey because it meant lamar would lay off his ass.
Though it might throw people off with everybody potentially having access to the number. But, not him.
Randoms getting his number wasn't nothing new. In the beginning, he used another phone, so he had two, but it became too much. Those two phone bills on top of all the other shit he had to worry about wasn't worth it. So he got rid of it, now he uses his real number for everything.
He didn't care to be honest, because the worst that'll happen would be his identity for boxing would be exposed and people would know his real name. He might end up dead, or in jail. But either way, he didn't care.
whatchu need?
He had to go to the arena soon to fight, so he was trying to figure out what this person wanted. Therefore he got to straight to the point, not clarifying if it was red or not because it clearly was if he texted this number.
Trey had like almost an hour to spare, so if the unsaved number wanted what he had, he could make a stop. Depending on how far away they were that is.
some za. a couple grams, bout 14.
He had that on him right now. And, idea of meeting up with potential murders was another thing trey didn't care about. So as he walked out the bathroom, and into his room, he texted back.
send da lo
Trey had a lot of shit on his mind, like a lot. Like a lot, but it as nothing new. This was normal for him.
He always juggled so much, but he had to deal with it all without anybody to help him with the burden. So, with his straight face he started getting dressed when he got the location from the person, and then he was heading into his car to leave. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭𝟭:𝟯𝟮 𝗣𝗠.
Back at the arena, whether trey liked it or not, and once again all he could do was think. The sounds of the people outside screaming falling to the back of his mind as his fists swung as hard as they could on the familiar punching bag.
