Damon
Will you hold my dirty fingers and kiss my alcohol drenched lips?
Will you love my scars and bullet wounds?
Will you love my mind full of anger and sin?
Will you love a monster?
Its quite. Everything seems out of place, too peaceful, too quite.
Too fucking quite.
"You know for being the highest criminal and billionaire, you are very dumb."
"Why because I don't know how to separate my whites from my darks? I have people for that." Damon replies.
"No, for thinking that I would pay you 15,000 for a shipment."
Carlos was a known business man who was looking for a drug shipment to be taken to his warehouse. and Damon just so happen to be a suppler. His men sat at one side of the table, as Damon's men sat at the other, discussing business.
Damon gave a dark laugh leaning back in his chair, and grinned. "Im giving you a lifetime worths of product, and risking my very own men to ship it for you, which you know takes a business day of work. Now you know what im selling is legit so, you can either pay the price, or you can another man rip you off, selling you product that has no value and, have your men load it yourself... that is if your willing to lose everything. So the real question is, he smirked. How dumb are you?"
Carlos face is emotionless, but he soon chuckles. "Deal."
He smirked satisfied. Damon was a man of money, And he knew just how to get it.
He leaned into the perfectly sculpted glass table, resting his arm loosely on its surface as the man wrote a check.
"Ill be seeing you soon." Carlos grins shaking Damons hand, before handing him his 15,000 dollar check.
"I don't know how you do it." Razor chuckls shaking his head.
Damon smirks, "Not everyone is fit to be the king. I was loved one week and hated the next, both weeks I got paid."
"You know what razor you haven't gotten on my nerves and been some what helpful, im leaving you charge for the day."
Razor was taken back by his act, "You serious? "
"Don't fuck up."
Razor laughs "I won't let you down boss. Can I ask why the act of kindness?"
"Kind? Inslut me again and Ill shoot you. Today is just merely a good day, I can feel it."
Razor swivels in his chair toward Damon, rasing his brow, knowing Damon was up to no good.
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The bar seemed unusually crowded for a Thursday night, the bar is hundreds of convosations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominates the air. "What can I get for ya." A tall blond chick smiled behind the bar.
"Whiskey on the rocks." He replied.
"What are we celebrating?" She smiled.
He laughed, as if he'd celebrate anything with her. "If you must know, " He buttons his suit, giving a smirk. "Im getting my girl back."
His smirk was worrying. It held unspoken threats and malice.
"Don't you think your a bit overdressed for a bar." He turned his head when he heard a shy like voice spoke.
He paused looking at the women sitting next to him, slumped in a plain t-shirt to go with her jeans. Her short blond hair laid on her shoulders, going along with her porcelain skin. "You know what? He grabbed out his wallet pulling out 4 one hundred bills and placing them infront of her." Do yourself a favor and get yourself something nice."
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