My demands were being met, just like I knew they would, and I couldn't wait for everything to blow up. In the next twelve hours, I will be revealing some of the most deepest, darkest secrets that my puppets held and I knew for a fact that once I do this...my plan would go out without a hitch.
"Hey Boss? We got outsiders trying to track the number to where the unknown text messages came from."
"Block them all. I won't be destroying this phone until I reveal every secret those muthafuckas have, so black every tracker until these twelve hours are up. Can you do that?" I questioned.
"I'm on it." Twelve hours down, twelve more to go. Time to make my puppets do a little dance.
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Dean Clarke
"Dean! DEAN!" Jude's voice boomed throughout the house, as he came walking into the living room. "Look at this shit, man! What is this? WHO IS THIS? And why the fuck are they talking about our parents?" He had his phone shoved into my face, showing me the same unknown text message that I had received this morning.
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Jude ❤
"I don't know who this person is, but they sent me the exact same text message. Don't worry though...we're going to get down to the bottom of this." I told him.
"We? Who the fuck is-" He stopped talking when he turned around and saw Jocelyn sitting on my couch. "You have got to be kidding me!"
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