We Still Got It

Boys are back

"Amanda look I am a changed man. I have-" The doorbell rings and Michael turns quickly and sighs. "Hold on a sec," He walks to the front door briskly looking out the peephole of the door before opening it. He saw a hispanic girl wearing a hoody and baggy jeans. "Who the fuck are you?" He said annoyed from being interrupted. She looked at him for awhile and sighs softly.

"You see my father was your gardener an-" She flinches a bit and her face looked annoyed as she heard the woman on the other end of the phone yell.

"Oh so one of your mistresses showed up! Fucking classic Michael!!!" Amanda yelled from the other end. Michael looked at his phone feeling annoyed with her and the woman in front of him.

"Kid come back another time. I am obviously fucking busy at the moment." He made a face indicating that it should be obvious he didn't want to talk. He turned and began walking in the house only to have his phone yanked out of his hand by a tan one. He turned around and saw her holding up his phone. "Give me back my fucking phone you brat!!!" The girl mutes the call and looks at him just as annoyed

"Look, you are going to listen to what i have to say or i swear to god i will unmute this call and moan your name to, i am guessing, your soon to be ex-wife. Understood." She narrowed her blue eyes at him and sighed annoyed. She watched the man think to himself debating whether to risk it or not.

Michael rubs his jaw and nods holding his hand out motioning for the phone with his fingers. "Alright give me the fucking phone." The girl shakes her head and takes a step back from him and he yells annoyed. "Give me my fucking phone!"

"I know as soon as this phone is given to you that you will shut the door in my face. So i will unmute it and put it on speaker and you tell her from there that you gotta go." She watched him carefully for any sign of physical aggression towards her.

"I will fucking blo-" The girl noticeably unmuted the phone and with a beep it was put on speaker. His tone changed quickly and he glares at the girl the whole time. "Amanda i have some business to take care of. I will call you back later." Amanda began to speak but the girl hung up the phone and put it in his hand. He looked at her and pointed his finger at her. "This better be fucking important," he motioned to the door. "Get the fuck inside."

She nodded and walked inside the house. She looked around amazed at all the expensive things Michael owned. He stood by her and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and met an annoyed man. "Get on with what the fuck you want."
"Well you see my father was your gardner, and recently he passed away cause he was huffing the weed killer. So for my family to survive I am here to inform you i am your new gardner. So if you see me in your garage or house don't shoot me." With that said the woman left, but stopped in her tracks adding quickly. "Also i am 25. I am not a fucking kid." She walked towards the garage walking inside.

Michael sighs annoyed and called out to her. "You could have just fucking left a note instead of fucking my marriage up." She flips him off before the door closes. He waves the thought of her attitude away and hears the loud ringing of his phone. He looked at the caller ID which read Trevor. "For fucks sake what do you want ya psycho." He answered the phone and sighs. "What is it Trevor I am not in the mood for some tweaker bullshit." He heard Trevor growl a bit and rolled his eyes.

"I got a score Mikey. It pays a lot and is easier then ....then uh...Well you get the fucking point. I'm comin' over right now." He said gruffly. The noise was loud in the background causing Michael to move the phone away from his ear. Trevor was obviously driving and talking on his phone at the moment.

"Can we meet somewhere else? I don't want my ho-" Michael was interrupted by Trevor.

"No can do amigo. I am almost there. Call your 'son' Franklin n' have him meet at your place too." Michael holds his head annoyed.