Criminal Activities Page #4

Demetrius Flemmings' blood

coursing through my veins.

Oh.

By the pathetic

look on y'all faces,

suffice it to say you've

never heard of him.

Google him!

Here, I found something.

A lawyer for Demetrius

Flemmings, head of the

black crime syndicate,

filed a motion

Wednesday formally

asking the judge

to dismiss all charges

against his client.

Flemmings is currently

under felony indictment

for drug trafficking,

conspiracy, money laundering

and the disappearance

of two federal agents.

It goes on.

Me and this kidnapping master

share a very special bond,

me being

his favorite nephew and all.

And factor in,

you miserable fucks

snatched me off the

motherfucking toilet.

Which in my books is

as sacred a ground

as Saint Mary's

f***ing Cathedral.

Yeah.

That means y'all are

pretty much f***ing dead!

You're dead!

Eddie just f***ed us!

Will you calm down?

Okay, you're gonna

break something.

Remember, everybody

promised that

we're gonna leave everything

exactly as they found it.

Did you not just hear,

less than ten seconds ago,

who the f*** we have tied

up in that f***ing room?

Yes, I f***ing heard!

Shut up!

We are so f***ing

royally f***ed!

What are you

doing, are you okay?

What is that?

It's fine, okay?

It's my anxiety

medication, I'm fine.

Oh, great, he's high.

I say we just let Marques go.

Okay, all right, that

sounds like an idea.

And then what?

What do we do then?

Eddie blames us

for his dead niece,

we end up in the

back of a trunk.

We go to the police, we

ask for protective custody!

No, no, no, no!

We did the kidnapping!

Yeah, I know, I could

see how that could

potentially work against us.

Okay.

F***!

Is that Eddie?

- Hello.

Yes, hi, this is him.

Yeah, can you hold please?

It's not.

Warren, Warren can you

have a word with him?

Okay, no one can

know we are here.

I could lose my agent's

license over this!

Look, Zach's a little

stressed out right now.

Dude, we have a Crip or

a Blood, or Snoop Dogg's cousin

tied up in there. We're all

a little stressed right now!

Listen to me,

he's not sure but,

Zach thinks that

his fianc's been

seeing somebody else.

What?

You know how she was

a registered nurse?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, she's

been coming home late,

and you know, which

shouldn't set off

any alarm bells in itself

but, he finds this little

match book from a hotel.

Sh*t.

So then he hires this

private investigator

to see if it's true.

Really?

Yeah, so there's a

lot going on right now.

Wow.

I feel terrible

for him that's...

Yeah, I know.

You think I'll be

invited to the wedding?

Mm. No.

Okay.

I think I want to move

this right here, yeah.

Well, if I was you, my son,

I would take this one

and move it right here.

Because see, you

don't want these mens

to get over on your side.

You have to protect your

queen and your king,

so if I was you I would

have done that one,

that way you can save them.

Hey, Bobby.

Go on over with Leon.

For you, boss.

Says it's important.

Okay, what is it now?

Are you kidding me?

When, who?

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hold him down.

I'll take care of it.

Appreciate your call.

Later.

Spread the word.

Two million dollars cash

to whoever finds my nephew.

I'm starved.

Do y'all got any

food in this place?

I'm sorry, fridge is empty.

Nobody lived here for ages.

- I could eat something.

- Yeah, me too.

Well, we're sh*t out of luck,

'cause there's no food.

So let's just stop

talking about food.

Come on, we're

gonna be here for

God knows how long, and nobody

took the f***ing initiative

to pack some sandwiches?

I could go out and

pick something up.

You know it's just, there's

not a whole lot around here.

Well, we passed that ice cream

place on the way here.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, yeah, yeah,

that's something.

We're not going

out for ice cream.

I could pick it up.

I said no, no ice cream!

We're not f***ing going

out for ice cream!

Zach, what's the

worst that could happen?

You just got through

saying you were hungry.

We're all hungry.

All right.

F*** it.

Sure, you're right.

Get me mint chip.

Yes.

Sea salt caramel, cone.

A pistachio cup.

Marques?

Vanilla bean.

- Great, all right.

- Don't be long!

Ah sh*t, guys, I need money,

I don't have any cash anymore.

I don't got sh*t.

I only got three bucks, man.

I'm light too,

don't look at me.

No.

There we go.

Triple scoops for everyone.

Nice!

Thank you.

Now that is wrong on

so many f***ing levels.

It's him!

Eddie.

Put him on speaker.

How 'bout you, Zach?

- You screwed us!

How's that?

- Black crime syndicate?

- You knew who this guy was!

You got him then, that's good!

For your niece maybe,

not so much for us!

Ah, come on now,

you know, Marques

has had a rough day,

he's been kidnapped.

You know, it's part of the

territory, occupational hazard.

Occupational hazard?

Eddie, I hit this

man in the head

with a f***ing toilet lid!

Putting a bullet in the

back of my f***ing head

is gonna be the first

thing on his list.

You know what, Eddie,

maybe we'll untie him

and let him go.

Or better yet, why don't

we just let him know

and his f***ing uncle,

f***ing who put us up to this!

Oh, really?

Now you listen to me, you

little motherfuckers.

I'll cut your f***ing heads off

and stuff them down your

f***ing necks, okay?

Until my niece gets

back, you're gonna do

exactly what I want you to do.

You don't want to

see my response

if something happens

to her, buddy!

You don't wanna see it.

All right, Eddie listen,

just relax, okay?

Eddie, Eddie?

Let's do it.

Hey.

Wow, look at all that.

You Julian?

Now, come on.

I was told that that's the name

of an athletic-looking brother

wearing a bright red tracksuit.

Hangs out in front

of the building

with this address.

Unless my information's off by

a country f***ing mile,

that makes you Julian.

Okay, so I'm Julian.

Good.

'Cause you looked at me

like I asked you

to recite the

Gettysburg Address.

You got me cracking, now what?

Cut to the chase, I like that.

We're looking for Tyrone.

Who?

Who?

Again with the perplexing look.

Tyrone.

And before you tell me

where I can find him,

I want you to know I

see that semi-automatic

you're eyeballing on

the table over there.

Little Mike, would

you agree that Julian

reaching for that

pistol would ignite

an already flammable situation?

Most definitely.

So from where

I'm standing, I see

that you have two options.

One, you can make a

play for that gun,

in which I blow your

f***ing brains out.

Or two, simply tell me

where I can find Tyrone.

Me and my little buddy here

will be ancient history.

What do you say?

Door number one or

door number two?

Door number three.

Holy crap, that's impressive.

Look at him go.

Yeah, probably

lettered in track.

Hey, kid.

Do you know where

we can find Tyrone?

And if you give me

that same f***ing look

Julian gave me,

I'm gonna shoot ya.

How old are you?

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