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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE - SKEPTICAL.

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My eyes trailed the tires of the truck, before i lifted them into the mirror. I could see myself through it, my very much stressed under appreciated self. It wasn't a huge truck, like a pickup truck, smallish with a white container and tires. And the driver traditionally wearing a black cap and shades.

I zoned back in at the tap of Blackeye, he stared at one of his boys, Terry as he dumped in the last stash into the back of the container. It was a one loaded with millions worth of drugs.

"Where your mind at?" His voice croaked before his hands slowly hit against mine.

My heart thumped, for every second, my heart thumped because it was scary. I shut my eyes at the clang of the metal door against its hinge as he closed the container. To say i was on edge would be a mere understatement, i was stressed and i hadn't had a break in a while, working between being a drugdealer, and working on renovating the building.

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