Bourgeois v/s Stallworth

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Laurent POV

[Phone conversation]









"When you see him last?"

A while, but he always have his phone on.

"He maybe just having a rendezvous, give a little time."

Something wrong Dad, I tell you it that Flynn. She ... I think she know .

"Nothing to know right ... right?"

Right. Yea right.

"You not get at her yet?"

No Sir.

"Why not?"

She have a 'thing' with Larry. He start to like her ... they in 'relationship.'

"Relationship? It been a week! He falling in love again huh ..."

Think so, Marah gone now, so he need somebody, you know how he get. He no good alone.

"Marah ... I liked her hustle attitude. And her tits."

Me too.

"You and Marah?"

What you think.

"HaHaHa, that's my boy! Laurent find your brother before I get to Freeport. I don't want to be worried about him while dealing with these American asses. He stayed quiet right?"

Yes Sir, well I think so. But I still no trust Flynn.

"It OK. She just a little socialite. I doubt she know anything, probably seem uneasy because she met you HaHaHa ... You compare to your emotional brother, she never have a chance! HaHaHa, she under the Laurent spell. You know I'm right HaHaHa. How many time he have attack? HaHaHa!"

HaHaHa only a couple times. He getting better.

"Hmph, sometimes I wonder how he my son ... anyway, find him Laurent."

Yes Sir, I will.

I hang up.

Larry better not say shit.

I hope he not make me lie to our father.


*DING*

*DING*


Must be Max, he never remember to take keys. Too bad Mary and her 'morals' left last night. I had this whole house to myself.


Max, you always leave key ... why you do this?


I go to open the door and hear two voices. I get a funny feeling and look out the window.

It not Max.


Can I help you?

"Mr. Bourgeois?"

Yes, who asking?

"I have information about your brother. Please open the door."


I quickly open the door to the two men.


Is Larry OK?

"Oh he's fine. You'll see him soon."

Excuse? What you mean ...


I'm sprayed in the face with a strong smelling mist.

What the .... hell .... wha

I get dizzy and everything go black.

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