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A Stalker's Promise

| Brixton |

"You'd better start fucking talking, Trig."

"What."

"The."

"Fuck."

"Did."

"You."

"Do?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, running his hands over his face in complete shock, giving me the impression that he sure as fuck knows what Callum is talking about.

"Remember that hit we did down in Mexico for him all those years ago?"

"Yeah, how could I fucking forget? We were held and tortured for a fucking week until we broke free."

I take a sizable drag off the blunt and hold the smoke in my cheeks as I gaze at the stars that twinkle above me and wonder if my little bird is okay.

"What the fuck about it? What did you fucking do that has him so fucking pissed off? I didn't do shit, so I know it's gotta be something your snake ass did."

He sighs and shakes his head, giving me an apologetic look as I ball my fists at my sides with the blunt between my lips, trying to hold back from hitting him.

"Remember the package that we were supposed to bring back for him?"

My gaze turns murderous
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