How do criminals become the way they are? Are they all Ruthless? Have you ever wonder do criminals get along with each?
When they on the run where do they hide until its clear? When they need help who do they go to? When they are hurt where do they...
I looked myself over in the mirror and was satisfied with my outfit.
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"So you moving in today" Stacy asked closing a box.
I gave her a nod.
"Yep I start a 9:30 today and I have to pick up Owen at 8:50" I said rolling my eyes.
"Damn So you have to go there come back drop him off and got to your job" she said.
I gave her a nod.
"I'll be able to do it" I said to her.
She gave a nod and helped me bring some boxes down.
I really need this money and I already know what they do so I can't go back now.
I grabbed the last two boxes and started walking downstairs.
"You better come see me" my grandmother said once I got downstairs.
"Of course I am" I said to her.
She opened the door for me and I walked out to my car. I put the boxes in the back and closed the door.
"I'll be back in a minute" I said to Stacy.
She gave me a nod as I got in the car.
I took the car out of park and pulled out the driveway.
I really don't know how I'm going to deal with my brother being back.
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"Hey little sis" he said hugging me as I was near the gate.
I pat his back a little then dropped my arms.
"I'm finally out" he yelled happily.
"You'll be back" a guard said to him.
"Guess what Craig I don't have to bite my tongue anymore fuck You dumb little bitch that's why when your wife came to drop off your lunch she would come see me you wonder why every time she came she asked the go to the bathroom so that kid she pregnant with is probably mine so say hello to your kids daddy" my brother said sticking up his middle finger.
