|| Gabriel & Troy ||
"You must be kidding me, Troy could not keep the shock out of his voice as he saw the guns being pointed at them, I thought we had an agreement,"
"Well, consider it cancelled," Damien said, grinning as he leaned back on his seat and lit a joint, he already looked high, and from the traces of white powder on the table, and the rolled up dollar bill beside the substance on the table. Troy could hazard a good guess on what the gang leader was high on, he'd watched enough TV.
"This is a lot of cash," Damien pointed his joint at the sacks of the cash on the table as he watched the boys from beneath his lashes, " I wouldn't want any of this getting out, so we need to shut you both up permanently,"
"But we helped you get..."
"What did you do?" The leader of the gang sc
