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CHAPTER 12

William never screwed up and somehow he managed to screw it.

Just this one time.

The red margin in his bank account glared at him so bad, he wanted to make it cry but he was the one who wanted to cry. How the hell was he going to pay the dealer his money after the thousands of powder he bought the past week?

Fuck!

What if he borrowed some money from Sam but she would grow too nosy in his business. And then there was the fucking white envelope that was mailed to him first thing this morning. In it contained incriminating evidence of his drug dealing and it made him pissed. Who the fuck was the person that thought they could scare him like this?

How much did they want?

Fuck, he can’t be broke. Just how much did he spend?

“Mother, I need your help.”

He decided his mother was the only other weak link he could go to. She was busy taking care of the plants in the garden.

“Yes, my love. What do you need?”

“I am a bit short on cash and I promised to donate money to the missionaries going to
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