- Chapter Eleven -

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"I make love to you all in my head. Why does this feel like some love affair?"

-Dej Loaf

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Omniscient

"You sure you want to go after them?"

"Why wouldn't I? Type of bullshit question is that?" Anthony asked offended.

Other than getting his club and tattoo shop up and running, he was working on making people pay for what he had to go through.

"Nigga you just got out of jail for something you didn't do and you trying to go back."

"That's not happening. I got to get caught first." Anthony chuckled deviously while cleaning his gun.

"Shit not the same as it was five years ago Ant. Things are different and people are wiser."

After carefully getting all of the information needed he was on the verge of making a master plan for destruction.

"Niggas not that wise if they thought I wasn't going to find out." Anthony received a text at the right moment.

"Just the person on my mind." He mumbled.

[You still stopping through today? - 10:45]

"Man you sure you not psychotic?"

"Nah but if you want me to be I can happily shoot your ass right now. Stop fucking questioning me and either ride or get the fuck on Chris."

[I be through no later than 6.. - 10:50]

"Man don't fucking threaten me on the real. You and Marcel on some fucking drugs right now." Christian mumbled the last sentence. Anthony nodded responding to his text.

[See you later daddy! - 10:52]

"Speaking of Marcel, have you heard from him?" Christian raised a question that had Anthony puzzled.

"Actually not since the day after we were all at the club. I need to hit him up anyway." Anthony responded. Since he been out him and Marc always ran into each other or talked. Most of it was because Anthony was staying with Marc and Ms. Sanders but the rest was because his ass was stressed out.

Anthony smirked at the last text he received before moving on with his day. He made a mental note to call Marcel later to find out what was up.

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"Kiss my ass TJ" An eleven year old girl spoke to a little boy as Anthony got out of his car.

He shook his head at her choice of words. If he had a daughter he would beat her shitless if a curse word even crossed her mind.

Surveying the street he was in the right spot. Walking up to the house he grabbed the little girl up by her shirt and walked in the house.

"MOMMY HELP ME!" She yelled causing her mother to run down the stairs.

"Girl you scared me. Thought someone was trying to kill you."

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