I lived with my brother and he almost has his bsf around everyday. They were dangerous and involved in mob business, to the country, they were the rulers. They feared no one, but everyone feared them.

My love for thrill was perfect with their lifestyle so I sneak around and get involved in some shit even tho they try to keep me out of it.

So one day I called my brother, jack bc I wanted to confess to him that I love his bsf, jason. But little did I know, he was on the phone with him, muted.