The Drug Dealer Goes To Church

7

KEELA’S POV

I hate apartments, I really hate them with all my might. I just had to push out some love struck old lady who thought bringing me a ‘Welcome Home’ store bought pie while I was carrying a bunch of my wet clothes in a garbage bag was a wise idea. I knew she just wanted to see my penthouse. Why do these old ladies never get away from me.

Apparently the couple that lived here before just decided to leave a few hours before me moving in they even sold their furniture too.

Now that I’m moving in I’m suspect number one for their suspicious move. I smell the quads in all of this mess.

The first thing I did when I got to the apartment was rewash my clothes and take out old and unwanted furniture and box up some decorations that the last couple had put up.

After I settled in, partially, I called Ted.

“Heey big guy, how are you settling in over there?” He asked instantly aware how enraged I am.

“Fuck that Ted, what did you do to the people who lived here man?” I asked as I walked over to the balcony. It was getting dark and the view of the city looked really good with all the lights from up here.

“Relax, I didn’t kill them or anything, let’s just say they had their price and it was good enough for us. No need to thank us grumpy” He added chuckling.

“Fine, thank you. Now about my business, you know the one that puts food on my fucking table. What about it?” I questioned as my temper rose. I really can’t lose my business over some historic bullshit man.

“Okay, don’t act like that. We both know that that business was a hobby that turned passionate for you. Delegate the fucking task man. You have a friend you trust with that business, give it to him. Stop running and find Ana. I’ve done as much as I could to make shit easier for your ungrateful ass. Now stop running away from what you are and do what you were fucken born to do.” He retorted and I don’t know who he thought he is talking to like that but I know for a fact that it isn’t me.

I look at the phone and I place it back on my ear and I ask
“Yow Teddy Bear who are you talking to?”

“You, you got a problem, coz if you do its no travelling fee. I can be there, just say the fucking word and it's on sight” He said again and I said a small prayer of my own for his Asian self, half of my prayer was for Ted and his mouth because he was lucky I didn’t know where he was so I couldn’t pull up, but he would.

“Shut up and have my shit sorted. I need new furniture. Couldn’t you find an empty room or something?” I asked diverting.
I know not to piss off Ted so I knew when to back off and when I was the one in the wrong, that was the time to back off and take his word for it.
I was grown enough to understand that the only reason why I was acting out on my frustrations was because the move was too weird, too vague and too sudden but taking out my frustration on the person who just made sure I was safe and was far away from the Watchers was not fair.

“Kim and Tim are on their way. They will bring you everything you need and clean that place out by tomorrow. For now we wired your money to Club 101, you know who to talk to and the password is Fuck outta here” he said. There was a moment of silence before we both blew up in a fit of laughter. It was an inside joke and a fitting password at that.

“Ayt man, can I call my old numbers with this phone you got me?” I asked to verify so I don’t make the last mistake I made having my calls tapped.

“Yeah, but the less the better. That phone is not for business or pleasure. Call your parents and tell them they can stop calling a burnt phone, it’s either those close or nobody else calling you, ayt?”