"Yo, you got my money, Ry?"
August asked, a stony expression crossing his features as he took a long pull from his blunt, exhaling a cloud of smoke after a minute.
The pudgy man shifted his gaze nervously over at the two hugely built men standing mere inches behind August. He knew that the dealer wouldn't extend his due date and that today might be his last. Though he still hoped for a small sign of sympathy.
"Please, man. You gotta give me another we--"
"Ah," the dealer cut off with a hand raise, "Didn't you ask fo an extension last time?"
The man had begun to panic. He took small steps backwards, wondering if he could really outrun the three. The chance of receiving help from nearby bystanders was slim to none due to the fact that they were in an alleyway in the worst part of town that the cops wouldn't even drive through if they had a choice. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that nighttime was the most active and dangerous setting to be in. Mercy was nonexistent.
"Imma ask you one mo time: where.is.my.money?" The dealer's voice took on a darker tone with every word spoken.
As he took another step, he tripped over a beer bottle, tumbling to the ground. August forced himself not to laugh at this pathetic excuse. When the grounded man gave no response, he began to crack his knuckles.
People knew that August meant all business, yet continued to underestimate his temper. He didn't play about his money. As he prepared to handle his business, a familiar voice called out to him.
"Auggie! Auggie!"
His seven year old brother, Miguel, came running down the street in only his fire truck pajamas. He rushes up to the dealer, wrapping his tiny arms around his waist.
"'Guel', wat I tell you bout comin out hea at night? You know dat shit dangerous," August stated angrily.
"T-The house on f-fire. M-Mama g-got b-burned. I saw it h-happen," the boy stuttered and sobbed uncontrollably.
The dealer felt like time froze after those words entered the air. Tires screeched, gunshots rang out, and the darkness caught up to him...
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Smoke Rings || A. Alsina
Fiksi Penggemar"August," her addressing him by his actual name instead of Mr. Alsina shocked him to say the least--and kind of turned him on, "I can't help you or begin to understand what might be the issue unless you open up to me." "I-I think I'm in love..." ...
