Page 20 of Strangers No More
“I honestly forgot about his bitch ass. There was a whole lot of shit going down at the time and I didn’t think twice about him once I sent that bullet to his dome.”
“Cold blooded!” Ayzo yelled out, pretending to be Rick James from one of Dave Chapelle’s skits.
“Boy if you don’t hush! I’m on the phone.” Denice yelled out from the other room.
I tucked my lips in while I pointed at Ayzo, taunting him and trying to hold back my laugh. This grown ass man just got in trouble, and I wanted nothing more than to keep teasing him, but I wasn’t about to burst out into laughter because then I’d be in trouble, too.
Ayzo flicked me off and sipped on his protein shake. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice lowered which caused me to snort out a laugh. “What about Dash?”
“Right, well, I sent a video to whoever his boss was showing proof that I meant business and was ready to go to war.”
Catching on to where I was going, Ayzo put his cup down before rubbing his hands together. “That’s perfect! You can go through the phone and track downthe I.P. address you sent the text message to or whatever shit you do when it comes to tracking down numbers.”
“I would, but I left the damn phone behind. I assumed I was going back after things quieted down here.”
Ayzo scratched the side of his face as he thought for a moment. “Bet. So, call up your cleaning crew and get the information on where they dumped his shit.”
I shook my head. “No need. Whoever has the phone just sent me an email and it’s still in their possession.”
“Oh fuck! What’s the move?”
I shrugged as I ran my hand through my hair. “I’m not sure, but they want my help and if I don’t want them foolishly going to the police, looks like I don’t have another option.”
I glared at this random sender’s email address as my mouse hovered over the reply button. Stretching my fingers over the keyboard, I exhaled and began to type.
What do you want from me?
I need your help. Text me?
Chapter 11
Seojun
How did you even find me?
Unknown: Is this Mr. Adalyn?
Yes
Unknown: It’s a long story
And I got time. How do you expect me to help you if you don’t even bother to answer my questions?
Unknown: You’re right. I’m sorry.
Unknown: I was helping my friend clean your house and I found a phone on the stairs. I charged it and was hoping to find your contact info so that I could return it to you.
But instead, you went through the text messages?
Unknown: …
Unknown: No. I mean, I didn’t right away. Your girlfriend had text, and I was going to let her know that you had accidentally left your phone. But then I saw that video of some man and Dash.
Isat up in my seat as I stared back at the screen, rubbing the small stubble on my chin.
I see. Well, how exactly can I help you, ma’am or sir?
Unknown: It’s ma’am – Addison and I would actually feel better if we discussed this in person.
