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“For fifteen, do you really give a damn?”

His eyes narrowed atabout his onna have to do better than fifteen”

Goddamn it, Frank

“And how do I know you aren’t just messin’ with me?” I asked

“I can call hi out his old-ass flip phone

I couldn’t read him

“Do it”

The moment he hit ‘send,’ I forced it closed in his hands “Twenty”

“Thirty—” he began to counter

“I’ll find hi up

“Fine, shit, boy Twenty-one and that’s my final offer”

Sitting back down, I reached over when he stretched out his hand

“Next Monday at 8 a to be at Illinois International Port District to be outta port by 9 am”

“Wait here AYou will not look in it, and you will go soain,” I instructed, already standing up and heading up outside

Austin leaned against the side of the car, looking completely out of place He er side