Endangered/Issue 13 (Old)

This is #13 of Endangered and is titled Chaos. It is part 1 of Volume 2 and is expected to be released February 13, or 14.

Chaos
A Few Hours Earlier

“Who fucking owns you?!”

“Y-y-you do.”

“I can’t fucking hear you!”

“I said you do! You do papi!”

“That’s fucking right. You’re my little slut, you’re my bitch.”

“Yes master.”

Seeing he had finally given showed the little slut who was in charge, Reck Thum finally stands up onto his feet. Pulling up his jeans and zippering them up, Reck walks away from the escort he ordered, who still lays in pain on top of his couch. She needed a little breathing time after Reck’s fun time. Reck was rough.

Reck Thum. Probably the biggest douche in the city of Philadelphia. He walks around with tattoos all over him, mouth and nose rings, and shaggy ass clothes. In short he was trying to act like he was ghetto, yet it’s clear he’s just some white faggot. Reck, who had just finished taking a sip of beer, looks back at the couch where the girl was.

His room is just as bad as he looks. Ripped up posters, trash and clothes over the place, worn out furniture, and broken windows. The place looked abandoned and that’s because it was; this was just one of Reck’s many hideouts. Being the man he is Reck had to move around alot. He was a criminal, a big one. Drug Dealer, Pimp, Hitman, and presumably many other things. He was a bad dude.

After tossing the now empty beer can into the trash, Reck slips out his phone and takes a look. A text message from none other than an old friend of his; Daniel Brown. Back in Daniel’s younger days Reck and him made good friends, that was until Daniel become that mob boss. They still kept in touch but Daniel had more responsibilities now. It’s a very simple message, only having six letters.

CALL ME

Reck complies and soon clicks call and lets his phone ring. After a few minutes he can hear the phone pick up. “Danny Boy.” Reck says happily. “What’s up with my nigga.”

“Nothing much. I see you’re still trying to act black though.”

“I am black.”

“No you ain’t.” Daniel jokes into the phone, but Reck could tell Daniel had something serious to talk about. “Now we gotta talk.”

“About what, DB?”

“I have a job.”

“What kind of job?”

“The job where you get money.”

“Sounds fucking amazing to me. Tell me the deets.”

“I want someone dead by tonight.” Reck looks down at his watch. He didn’t have a lot of time for this.

“Tonight? Couldn’t you have told me this ea-”

“Master, I’m feeling really really horn-” Reck’s slut suddenly moans over, like she was in the middle of having one.

“Bitch would you shut the fuck up!” Reck shouts at her, while Daniel just laughs on the other side. “Fuck it, what do I have to do?”

“There’s some dude named James Benjamin, some lawyer prick I don’t know. I’m gonna text you details and I want you to kill him. Alright?”

“Sounds good to me. Just get that money ready."