Jayne
Over the next few weeks, everything went back to normal. No more bad news was received. Which, for the first time in ages I think I actually breathed a sigh of relief. I was busy working away in the club on a Wednesday afternoon, waiting on a few deliveries coming in. When Ryder called me
“Hey baby. You sitting down I have news?” he tells me. I really hate that phrase. News with me and Ryder is never good.
“I am but are you sure you want to tell this over the phone with nobody here with me?” I ask, nervous of what he could possibly want to tell me.
“Well baby, I am on my way to the club, so you won't be on your own for long. Now, are you sitting?” he rushes out and then I hear the traffic in the background.
“Yes I am” I’m not but he can’t see, so it doesn’t matter, rig
