I want to show y'all what happened when Tray was unconscious....
A dog barks somewhere in the distance. The man stands back for a moment like an artist admiring his art.
" Is he knocked out?" His companion asks.
" Yeah," He nods.
" Good job Blue, your plan worked." The man hands her an envelop full of cash.
" Pleasure doing business with you." She smiles and kiss both his cheeks.
The barks grow louder and close.
" Shit! Someone's coming. Quick, let's put him in the car."
They both carry Tray's body and throw him in the trunk.
" Boss will be so damn happy." The guy on the driver's seat says and grins.
The car roars to life.
***
I groan and try to sit up. My right shoulder hurts like hell.
" There you are. Back in the land of the living."
" Where am I?"
" Hell. Beautiful isn't it?" The ugly face infront of me says.
" He don't look too good." The man standing by the door says.
" Well ofcourse, we beat him up like a sick dog."
" Come," The man says and grabs my shirt. " The boss wants to see you."
We climb two set of stairs and reach a black oak door bound in iron. It clicks open and I'm pushed in. There's a fire burning on the fire place and candles surrounding the other side of the room. A shadowy figure sits behind the large desk.
" Well well well...who do we have here?" The shadow says and I swear I recognize that voice. A moment pass and the shadow flicks on the lamp. My boss sits there with a mocking smile on his devil's face.
I gasp.
He takes a cigar from a silver case and lit it.
I'm DEAD.
***
HAL
* Hey, it's Tray please leave a message... *
I click the end button and groan for the hundredth time. I'm starting to get worried, where is Tray? The cab halts and I quickly jump out after paying him. The house is just like we left it. I flick on the lights and leave my shoes at the door. I drop my stuff on the couch and walk to the kitchen.
After pouring myself a glass of water, I diall his number again.
Voicemail.
Again!
I badly want to call Polly but I threw her out of my room the last time we had that stupid argument and I ended up blaming her for my mistakes. I tie my hair up in a bun and change into one of Tray's t-shirt.
Should I call the police? No, that's not a good idea, cops always bring bad luck. I pace for hours and stare at my phone every two minutes. Something inside me aches, like I feel that something bad is about happen.
Or maybe it has happened already?
***
Short chapter...💔
Bad news: The book is coming to an end...😭 I'll try and update faster cause whoosh, this book is old...( I've been writing it since last year) Wtf 😂😂
I'm so damn LAZY!!!💆
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