Dancing for the Mafia King
***JETT POV***
I had just come out of the storage container that i had out in the middle of nowhere, the long, yellow grass that went up to halfway on the container, the top half hidden by multiple trees and brushes.
I was getting it set up for someone I’d have to deal with later regarding a club dispute with him not paying up when my phone rang.
Noticing the name on the screen, I answered accordingly.
“Hello brother, what is it now?”
“Peaches is missing.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry, I will need you to repeat that, slowly.”
Pause.
“Peaches. Is. Missing.”
Red.
All I see is red. I punched the first thing I could.
Bab Populer