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SMOKE ESCAPES CALVIN'S MOUTH as he stares at me, Slightly squinting his eyes. I watch as the cloud of grey smoke floats into the air and vanishes almost immediately. Clearing my throat, I settle my eyes back to his dark ones, Raising a questioning brow.

"Why'd you call me here?" I ask already getting inpatient.

"I need you to do me a favor." His raspy voice fills my ears, Causing a slight tinge of annoyance in me.

"I'm sure you know I don't do favors without getting paid." I say, Leaning back on the wooden chair I'm seated on, and tilting my head.

A quiet scoff rumbles in his throat as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know. And that's why I'm paying you." I nod, a bit more interested.

"So what is this 'Favor'?" I ask while I subconsciously perk up.

"well...Considering you have a bit of experience getting away from cops... I need you to steal a car for me." He searches for my reaction, But all I do nod.

"How much you paying me?"

"seven hundred." I scoff.

"No." I say immediately, Pulling myself up to leave this empty restaurant.

"A thousand." I heard behind my back. I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder.

"Five thousand." I say, Turning around to face him.

"Two thousand..." He mummers.

"Five thousand." I repeat, Narrowing my eyes at him.

His jaw ticks as he stares straight through my eyes. But I don't flinch at his intense stare, I stare right back.

"Fine." He says with irritation dripping from his voice. I smirk, pulling out my hand and shoving it in his direction.

Calvin shakes my hand firmly, saying "Meet me here at ten. I'll explain what you have to do then."

I nod, turning on my heel and leaving.

• • •

"Look who it is!" A voice says, Slurring his voice like a drunk. Stuffing the pack of cigarettes I recently purchased into my pocket, I look over my shoulder.

Martin stands there with a smirk on his lips. His eyelids hanging low, And His brown hair damp from the light drizzle outside.

He looks drunk.

"Little Michael." Martin smirks at the annoying nickname he gave me. Raising an eyebrow as if expecting a reaction from me.

I just blankly stare at him, Before turning around and walking out of the store.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He nearly shouts, Drawing some attention from the small amount of people in the store.

I feel a hand shove the back of my shoulder roughly, Causing a tinge of anger to spark inside of me.

"Dije que estoy hablando contigo, puta." The boy said through gritted teeth.

I said I'm talking to you, Bitch.

I stop in my tracks, Slowly turning around with a glare. "¿Qué deseas?"

What do you want?

A lazy smirk stretched upon his lips once again as he tilts his head, Studying me.

I raise an eyebrow, Crossing my arms. "You're a waste of my time, Martin."

He gasps, Raising his hand to his heart with a fake hurt look. "I'm so hurt!"

Rolling my eyes, I turn around and push open the door.

"Aw! leaving so soon?" He calls from behind with a loud snicker.

I close the door behind me, Slightly shivering at the cold breeze and the ice cold droplets that are falling from the sky.

As I walk away from the small building behind me, I hear bell ring.

"Of course! Walking away once again!" Martin yells. I clench my jaw, Holding myself back from throwing a punch.

"Just like you walked away in school. Just like you walked away now. Just like you walked away from your fathers dead body."

I halt in my step, Quickly turning around and taking a step foreword. "How do you know about that?" I grit out with a death glare.

"I know things. Just like you know things..." He smirks with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Before i can say anything else, He walks away. Purposely bumping my shoulder as he leaves. "Oh, And Michael?"

"Watch your back."

• • •

Calvin leans his arms on his knees as he looks up at me. I cross my arms over my chest with a sigh. "When are you paying me?" I ask.

"After you do what i say." I scowl.

"I won't be doing anything unless you pay me first." My words come out bitterly. I clench my jaw before saying, "You need to give me the money now. I won't be doing shit if you don't give me anything."

"Trust me, I'll give you the money. You just have to do this for me, Ok?"

"I sure as hell don't trust you. Give me the money."

He lets out a long sigh and sits up, Grabbing his phone from his back pocket. He taps the screen a few times before bringing it up to his ear. I tilt my head questioningly.

He rolls his eyes and puts the phone on speaker. "Hello?" A deep, Unfamiliar voice says from the other line.

"You have the money?" Calvin asks.

"Why?"

"I need you to bring it to me right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes, Right now." Annoyance was dripping from his voice.

"I can't give it to you right now..."

"Then when can you give it to me?"

"In about two hours."

"Ok. Make sure you have all of it."

"Yeah, Yeah, I know."

"Good." He says until the line goes dead. "You won't have your money until twelve. Which is perfect."

"Why is it perfect?" I ask with narrowed eyes.

"Once you come back you'll have the money."

"I don't trust you, Calvin. I thought we addressed that."

He lets out a sigh as he runs his hands through his hair. Calvin looks up at me and raises an eyebrow, Slightly pursing his chapped lips. "Trust me on this, Ok?"

I stare at him for stretched seconds as i debate on whether or not i should trust him.

"You know i always pay people back. No matter how long it takes..." He mutters, Trying to convince me.

"Okay." I hesitantly said. I tangle my fingers into my black hair, Subconsciously biting the inside of my cheek.

A large grin stretches onto his face; I sneer in response.

He slams his hands together with that gigantic grin still plastered onto his face. He rubs his hands together excitedly as he looks up at me. "Okay, So here's the deal. A man named Nick Clyatt is hosting a giant party at his mansion forty minutes from here. He took a very important car away from me a few months ago and i want it back."

"But, Nick and I aren't very fond of each other... So that's why I need you to do my dirty work."

"Wait... Nick Clyatt?" my brows frown in confusion. Calvin simply nods.

"So, You're going to have to have to wear a tux. But no worries! I already have it." He proudly smirks. "Oh! Do you have a gun?"

Slowly saying "Yeah..." I tilt my head slightly.

"Can I see it?"

"Why?" I narrow my eyes.

"Cause I need to see if its good enough." He shrugs. "How did you even get a gun anyways?"

I clench my jaw. "I found it in my fathers room."

A playful smile slowly spreads on his lips as those words escape my own. "Your father," He drags out. Causing slight anger to rise in me from those words. "I heard he was nice dude."

I scoff. "Who told you that?" I mummer.

An annoying chuckle bounces out of his throat and into my annoyed ears. "Its a joke." He wipes an imaginary tear off his eye.

"Can you just tell me the fucking plan?" I spit out.

He feign hurt, His eyebrows raising to his forehead.

"Calm down." He smirks playfully, Rolling his brown eyes. "So Nick's hosting a party, Which you already know, And you have to dress in fancy attire. There will be guards everywhere, So you have to be careful and keep a low profile. The car is in his garage which is on left wing of his house. But, It'll be hard to get there so you'll have to sneak around."

"You also need a key card, So I suggest getting friendly with one of the maids, If you know what i mean." He smirks.

I shake my head with a cringe. How can he expect me to sexually use a girl?

"I'm not using a girl."

He rolls his eyes. "Then do whatever you can to get a key card."

"Considering its a mansion, I might get lost. What happens then?"

"We'll have a speaker in your ear. And i have a map of his house."

"We'll?" I ask, Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Me and Jamie. What a doll." A dreamy sigh passes through his lips, His eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"Where is she?" I ask.

"On her way." A small smile creeps onto his lips. I want to throw up.

"Anyways! Try to stay as far from Nick as possible. And also, Keep the gun on you at all times. Remember, Nick's like the most powerful gang leader; In a snap of a finger he can have you killed."

I nod, Already knowing the information that fills my ears.

"The car is a black Lamborghini Aventador. You'll have to find try to find the keys as well, Which Is probably in the garage too."

Suddenly, The restaurant door flys open, revealing a smug looking girl.

Her red hair flows all the way down to her waist, And as her Hazel eyes dart around the room, I catch a mischievous spark in them.

"My doll..." Calvin whispers to himself, staring at her like she's an angel.

Her head snaps in our direction, Before she pulls out a gun from the waist band of her jeans and points it in my direction.

The red head pulls the trigger, the bullet almost grazing my ear. 

What a doll.

Sorry if there's any grammar errors. Just let me know if you see some :)

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