{FEW HOURS AGO}
The breeze rustled through Aaron's coal black hair, mixed with tinges of grey— grey hair that was a sign of his hair stylist’s incompetence. His phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket, glaring at who decided to call, causing him inconvenience.
Luther.
His brain moved like clockwork, as he tried to reason why his grandson would call him. Aaron stared at the name like it would provide him answers, and eventually, he stuffed it into his pockets.
His men were waiting on him, he couldn't keep them waiting all because of a phone call.
“Should we toss him in?” One of them asked, his voice mingling with the rustling of the leaves on the trees.
The man whose lips had been sealed with a duct tape shook his head violently, crystal tears spilling from his green eyes whic
