His Bait

||Hardie Morrison||

Staring into the empty space, I puffed out huge smoke from my nostrils. Arrgh!

Jamel. Jamel. Jamel.

Gareth. Gareth. Gareth.

I hate to hear those two names. Yeah, they weren't really opposing me but they look like they really are. To themselves though and I don't really care, maybe I do...

Being a huge drug addict and a drug Lord, do I need to be bothered by some opposing drug dealers in states?

But here i am bothered by Gareth and Jamel which shouldn't expected of me. They're just a threat and what again...? I don't even know but they keep getting into my way and it seems they are everywhere too.

Maybe I should just strike the deal with them and then what happens afterward...?

Get them outta my way, huh?

Yeah, oh yeah. That seems like a good idea to me.

They called for the deal and Yes, I'm striking it with them.

Its either now or never!

***

"We are here boss..." Lincolnshire, one of my most loyal hangmen announced, immediately the car came to stop.

I sniffed in the last morsel of cocaine with me, wiped my nostrils before hopping down from my limo.

I stared at the huge building before me, it really take in more fortune but I bet mine worth more.

Not to brag though, just saying.

In drug dealing, what matters the most? Money, Post or being famous?

Maybe they all matters, yeah I'm starting to think that way.

I gat the money needed, I am holding a high post here in New York and yes, I'm famous too. But everything started getting all blurry when Gareth and Jamel came into the picture.

Do I have to risk all I've worked hard for, day in day out, all for these two? Hell no, I need to act fast or what...?

Loose them all? I can't possibly allow that, not when I'm still breathing.

"This way." A dark figure guy with a hazing look gestured forward. I gave him a questioning stare and he barely give me a nod.

He led Lincolnshire and I through a singled filed passageway with barely dim light. I could feel the dark aura oozing off here making it blend with the partially dark passageway.

"Here we're..." He paused after a long walk leading underground and here before a huge oak door. Yeah, I could feel it and I'm still feeling it. Something seems odd about this place.

"He is in?" I asked in deeply hoarse voice.

"Do I look like a liar to you?" He threw at me. "I won't bring you to this place if he wasn't."

Lincolnshire drew out a short gun from his pocket pointing it towards his head. "Watch how you speak to Hardie, Fucker."

I raised my palm. "Lincoln..."

Lincolnshire gave me a hesitating look before he lowered his gun. "Thank your damn stars, boy."