I'm backing out then

||Hardie Morrison||

Trailing deeper into the heart of the dark passageway, it later burst open in a partially light blue hallway. A large clubhouse might fit in, maybe.

My both hand in my pants pockets, I stood godly, scanning around the hallway. Just at the other end sat the two fuckers who actually thought it'll do them good by striking a deal with me, not a good deal though.

Jamel Grayson. Gareth Sebastian.

I hate to hear those name and now I'm meeting with them? But well, I have to do this.

I scuffled towards them in my best intimidating look.

"Are you sure about this, Hardie?" Lincolnshire asked barely escaping a whisper.

"They want me to, do I have any other option here?" I asked back.

"Yeah. You could just back out and..."

I cut him short. "And look like a weakling same as the two pussy faces tagged me?"

"Well..." He trailed off as we appear before Jamel and Gareth. Fuckers.

"Look who we have here." Jamel chuckled like he's cracking a joke. Gareth just gave me a short stare and then face his sh*t, I don't care.

"Nothing is funny here, Jamel." I hissed at him.

"I know, I know..." He replied flatly.

"Dismiss..." He sneered at the bitches hovering around. The bitches stared at him weirdly before scurrying away in utter fear.

"So...?"

"Now that you're here, let's get down to business." He said.

"Yeah." I huffed. "Got the papers with you?"

"Of course. You excepting to sign the deal on lips?" Jamel mused.

Somehow, I find Jamel funny and weird. Everything seems to amuse him.

"The f*ck, Jamel." I groaned clearly not in mood fpr his shits. "Let's dig into business already."

"Yeah. But first he needs to excuse." Jamel said referring to Lincolnshire.

"So you could murder him right here? Behind my presence?" Lincolnshire scoffs.

"You should know better, Hardie." Gareth spoke for the first time.

"He should know better? Of his death, huh?" Lincolnshire pressed in pure sneer.

"Lincoln..." I nod at him and he sigh before heading towards the exit.

"Now, no one's here to protect you." Jamel smirks.

I stared at him without batting my lids, did he thought he could kill me right here? If so, then he's so wrong.

"How about we play a short game first?" He pressed still putting on his smirks. Seriously?

"Is this also part of the deal?" I scoffs.

"Maybe..." He said smugly. Before I could say Jack, I heard gunshot and a bullet fell beside me. Yeah, this shit is happening for real...

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||Jamel Grayson||

I smirks as he stared in disbelief and confused. Yeah, I just want to end his life here and then gain all he'd worked for.

Its clear, he's the richest Drug Lord and I can't just afford to be the second. I'm greedy and bloodthirsty, I want to be mentioned the first before any other drug lord.

Good thing he got no relatives, I would have start from them and watch him emotionally down before I finish him off. But it seems I'll have to act fast, tch.

"Really, Jamel...?" He groaned deeply.

"Life can be cruel sometimes, Hardie." I said with a smug grin.

"What about the deal?" He said flatly. Yeah, I haven't gotten his signature, how can I be so dumb.

I masked my fallen expression with a sly smile. "Well, as I state earlier it was just a game."

"A death game." He still didn't look mused.

"I never mean it that way, Morris. It was all a act, tch. I thought you would fall, good thing you did not." I pressed further.

He let out a deadly smile. "Life f*cks us up more than a street game, how am I suppose to fall? Tsk, tsk, don't worry. Let get to business."

Even with my intention to kill him, he still appear unworried. Clearly, there should be something behind his confidence. Maybe being fearless and cold even at the face of death, that's what it takes to be drug Lord. Is it not?

"Here, you might want to go throught it first. All that remains is your signature." Gareth stretched a file towards him.

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||Hardie Morrison||

I took the papers from him and went through them. Truth be told, I don't think I understand a thing from here.

Games. Pass card. Last to be defeated. All the fortune?

I was expecting more of this but here I'm only seeing a death game here. Who's gon' die?

How in heavens name who some motherfucking fool think of such shitty things like this? Clearly, there's more to this? Yeah?

I adverted my gaze towards Jamel then Gareth. "Really?"

"At least you can read." Gareth answered sarcastically.

"That wasn't the reply I expected from me. Why this shit? Why involving me in this, the fuck, there are some other pussy faces who will accept this. Why Hardie?" I snorts at them.

Just as expected, Jamel chuckled yet again. "Are you now afraid of mere papers?"

"Why will I?" I shot at him.

"Then sign this shit and stop prolonging the issues here. Just so you know, I got something I should attend to." Gareth sneered.

Seriously, what's wrong with the both of them? Are they taking me as a fool or what?

"In a nutshell, what are you trying to insinuate?" I asked playing numb.

"Pick the motherfucking pen and sign this shit, then we dismiss. Nothing more." Gareth half yelled.

"How about I make a request?" I said in a flat tone.

"And the request is?"

"I'm taking this with me, at least to get a clear knowledge of it." I pried into their eyeballs as if searching for answer.

"And if you aren't allowed to?"

"I'm backing out then..." I said with a taunting grin.

They both stared at each other in shock, clearly, they weren't expecting me to put them under condition.

And that says it all, they're bent on destroying me...

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