CHICAGO, IL

Fuckin' Robitussin
I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
Can't do Percocets or Molly
I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right

"OKAY," Caleb put his arm around the man's shoulder. "I'm all ears." He smiled.

"Good. I like that," he spoke. "I know your brothers have something to do with fuckin' up my shit." He started off and Caleb lifted an eyebrow.

"Huh?" He removed his arm from around him and de'monte gave out a low chuckle. "Yea," he rubbed Caleb's cheek. "What I wanna know is what all you know?" He asked and Caleb stood up.

"Look, you want me to dance or nah? I'm not answerin' that shit." He said and de'monte felt around his pockets and pulled out a pack and lighter.

"Sit down." He nodded at the seat in front him. "Nigga," Caleb sighed. "Whatever shit my brothers got goin' on, ain' got shit to do with me." He put his hands up.

"You gotta pretty face, I'on wanna mess that shit up. Sit." He kicked the chair and Caleb reluctantly sat down.

"My family doesn't even like me. I don't have shit to tell you," Caleb explained. "You do though because if you don't tell me some useful shit..." he lit the blunt and inhaled the intoxicating smoke.

"I'll set this bitch off." He blowed the smoke in Caleb's face. Caleb's heart skipped a beat and his hands became sweaty. "...what you want to know..?" Caleb sat up straight in the chair.

"You knew they broke into my warehouse today?" He asked and Caleb shook his head. "If I ask you a question, I'm expecting an answer." De'monte said.

Bitch, Caleb thought.

"No." He said and crossed his arms.

"I don't believe that." He ashed his blunt and turned back over to look at Caleb.

Well, that's too damn bad.

"Okay?" Caleb shrugged. "You ain' go visit them today?" He asked and Caleb lifted an eyebrow.

"No...I didn't go see them today." He lied and de'monte smirked at him and licked his lips.

"Not even after you found out about your cousin?" He asked and Caleb sighed. "Look, my job is to dance only. I did go visit them and ask them about it but they ain' tell me shit! I'm bein' honest." He said truthfully.

"Why should I believe you?" He tilted his head. "You just lied to me."

"Cause I'm bein' so fr! I just wanted to know what happene." He put his hands up.

"And you ain' ask them about what they were plannin' next?" He sighed and leaned back in the booth seat doing a manspread.

"I- no." Caleb lied again.

"Caleb quit fuckin' playin' wit' me lil' nigga. What did they say?" He asked more commanding this time which made Caleb squirm in his seat.

"They didn't tell me," Caleb uttered and raised his hands up when de'monte gave him a dumb look. "I swear!" He added.

"Aigh'." He said after a while and put his blunt out.

"You got two options: work for me or end up like up like yo cousin." He threatened and put his hands into his pockets.

"Why would I work for you?" Caleb arched an eyebrow. "My whole family is against you nigga."

"They don't like yo gay ass anyways, don't see why it matters." He said truthfully and Caleb was gagged.

Caleb just crossed his arms and set back into the seat. "I don't want to work for you." He finally spoke up.

"Then get up and fuckin' dance."

Caleb stood up and moved the chair to the side. Now he was conscious of the man he was in the room with.

"And yo ass better do good or you and this gun gon' be talkin'," he pulled his gun out and sat it on the table.

Caleb glanced at the gun then at de'monte. "Don't even fuckin'-," Caleb made a run for it, out the room and onto the main floor.

Surely, he wasn't gon' shoot a crowded room. BANG BANG

Gunshots erupted and Caleb stumbled over his own legs, his breathing picking up as people scrammed around trying to escape the bullets.

Screams, horror and blood filled the club up. Caleb got back up and tried to run out the same everyone else was runnin' out but it was takin' too long.

Chandeliers got shot and glass fell, scraping Caleb. Dancers on the main floor were all shot, either dead or injured.

Caleb ran to the back room where the lockers at and seen Winter, one of the dancers, limping. She had just got back from the hospital since she broke her leg from falling off the pole.

"Winter!" He grabbed her and helped her walk out to safety. "I'm scared." She shook in his arms, he soothed her and put her in the bathroom when he heard someone come in.

"Shh," he put a finger over her mouth. "Come on out Caleb. I'm jus' tryna help you out," he singed.

"He's lookin' for you," she mugged him and looked him up and down. He turned his head her way and told her to be quiet.

"HE'S IN HERE!" She yelled and Caleb got on his knees and begged her to hush.

"PLEASE WINTER DON-,"

"That shit was dumb." He came up behind Caleb and wrapped his arm around his throat and pulled. "Get yo' ass up," he whispered into his ear and Caleb had no other choice but to stand.

"Don't hurt me." He begged and pulled against his forearm to breathe. His back was pressed up against de'monte's body, ass to dick and back to chest.

Caleb involuntarily got hard instantly. "Should've thought about that shit before you ran."

"Thank you sweetheart," he smiled to winter and she smiled back nervously and he shot her in her head. "No witnesses." He chuckled evilly and slammed Caleb to the wall.

Pointin' the gun at his head. "I hate that you made me bring out this side. I really don't wanna hurt such a beautiful face." He breathed against Caleb's lip.

"Fuck you." Caleb coughed and de'monte trained the gun down at his foot. "Oh, I will." He shot his foot and Caleb screamed out in pain, falling to the ground.

I just finished this chapter yall, so ntm