𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙘𝙚 ⟩⟩ 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯

💀🥀✨⟩ 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥

The two friends neared Ramona's house, making sure to lower their voices to a whisper and take caution as they noticed a few figures standing in the doorway of her home.  An unfamiliar black car was parked in the driveway, occupying the space behind Dana's red car.

Ramona squinted a little, making an attempt to deduce who the people standing in front of her front door were.  To her luck, the flamboyant white blaze of the street lamps gleaming southwards from above, provided just enough light for her to make out some of their main, distinct features.

She immediately recognized that Dana was one of them, and so was her boyfriend.  There were three other men; two of which were dressed in black suits.  Ramona didn't recognise them.

"Mona, do you know who these guys are?"  Cliff questioned.

"No idea."  Ramona shook her head.

She and Cliff got off of the path and quickly crouched down behind a large bush, ensuring to stay behind the tangled mess of vegetation and out of sight.  While peering through the leaves and branches of the bush, they stayed as silent as possible as they listened carefully to the subject matter of what the group of people were discussing.

"Where the fuck is my money, Gary?"  Dana's boyfriend demanded, his expression was bitter and his wrathful eyes were hued by a deep shade of black.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man who wasn't dressed in a black suit choked out.

"My ten thousand that you owe me."

"I don't owe you shit, Frank."

"Yes you do - you owe me for the meth and heroine I provided you with."  Frank muttered, lowering his voice. "I want my money by Friday next week."

"Or else what, huh?"

"Or else, I won't be afraid to show your wife the pictures and evidence."

"Evidence of what?"

"Of you with Anastasia."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Remember that blonde bombshell from the casino?"

"You son of a bitch!"

Gary's face drained completely of it's colour, turning to a pale and sickly shade of white.

Frank looked over to one of the men dressed in suits before nodding his head.  Swiftly and effortlessly, the man clenched his fist and landed a punch straight across Gary's face. 

This produced a strident cracking noise which allowed Ramona to make the conclusion that his nose had been broken.  A spatter of blood rained down onto the path in front of him and Gary held his hands up to his nose in an endevour to stop the downpour of scarlet liquid.

"Give me my money by Friday and don't you dare come against me again.  Understood?"

Gary nodded, not being able to utter the slightest sound as he quickly and, rather clumsily, scrambled up to his feet. He took one last glance at the men before hurriedly sprinting down the street at warp speed out of sheer fright.