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"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I hissed, steam going out of my ears. 

"Well, just checking on my client. Seeing that you're doing your end of the bargain."

"I'm fucking fine. You could've just called me or set up a meeting."

"What's the fun in that?" he turned to Percy, "I'm Luciano Hernandez, you are."

"Known of your fucking business," I answered for her. 

She wasn't scared in the slightest. My Percy. Can't wait to fuck her tonight. 

"Well, I see you don't like to mix business and pleasure together," the asshole spoke, "Have you found anything?"

"Yes, I know where he lives and his weakness."

"Good boy."

I repulsed, "I'm not a fucking dog."

"That's right. You're my fucking dog. Toodles."

He disappeared into the plethora of people. I visually relaxed. 

"What an asshole," said Percy, "who was that guy?"

I grabbed her hand and guided her to the mall entrance.

"Don't worry 'bout it, baby."

"Dro I'm serious. Fucking tell me."

"I said don't worry about it."

"He's that guy that's fucking with your territory, huh?"

"Goddamit, Percy!" I turned to her, "I'm trying to keep you safe."

"I can keep my own self safe. Besides, I worry about you."

"Don't worry 'bout me," I kissed her head, "I don't deserve it."

"Bullshi—"

"Not this shit again," I wrapped my arm around her, "Come on. Let's go to pink so you can put on a show for me."

She giggled and wrapped an arm around my waste. 

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"Go wait on the bed for me. I want you to wear the black one."

"Ok, daddy."

She giggled as I slapped her ass. 

I decided to call Toby to tell him about the arrangement between me and Hernandez. We could finally have this motherfucker off our backs. 

"Yeah?" He said when he answered. 

"Hey it's Alejandro Wood-Diaz. I finally got what the Hernandez's wanted."

"Oh, hey daddy. What did you find?"

I smirked at the daddy part.

"This kid, about your age named Javier Garcia."

"Oh fuck no. You can't turn him in."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why not?"

"He's a close friend of us Italians. If you turn him in, you'll betray our trust and lose our alliance. Chose wisely."

He hung up.

Oh Fuck.

I called the only person that I could trust to give me good advice. 

"Papa..."

***

WHAT IS HE GONNA DO YALL?

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