[hr][hr][center][h3][color=steelblue]Wes[/color][/h3][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XATxQ5UiB3o]"Frustrated, mentally aggravated to be the rebel that society created. I’m good most times but when I’m foul then I’m flagrant, living in the shadows like a government agent."[/url][/sub][/center]
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Wes was alight with fury, his grin now a crooked scowl. To those that knew him, there were two very simple rules to follow: 1) Never deny him a request, especially when it's from the goodness of his heart. 2) Nobody tells him what to do except his father. Blondie had just broken both of them and sauntered off like it was nothing. Who did she think she was? Queen of the fuckin' world? Just as Wes prepared himself to follow the girl, the barista came up to the counter with his order. A dark glare was given to the worker before he threw a $20 at the guy and marched out the door, his lavish drink in one hand. Surprisingly, they had actually been able to do everything requested. 

Staring down the road, Wes saw that Blondie was a fair distance down the sidewalk now, maybe a block away. Running towards her would draw too much attention and probably get some of his frappiccino all over his clothes, so that was out of the question. He'd best do this the smart way and force the girl into his playing field. Entering his black limo, he scrambled into the back seat and hit the receiver to give Marty his orders. [color=steelblue]"Marty, creep up on that blonde girl down the road there. I needs to have a little talk with her. She's been disrespectin' me.[/color] At his beck and call, the fancy car began the short journey.

"You should know there's a cop back there, sir. Told me to move or I'd get a ticket. I haven't seen him around here, so I think he's new." his driver alerted the Underboss. Wes chuckled a bit. He loved when newbies came onto the squad and expected to take him down. They truly were naive specimens. [color=steelblue]"What the fucks he gonna do? Arrest me?"[/color] he joked, not all intimidated by the threat of the police. After all, Millington was underneath the Harmons' thumb. If you didn't fall into their whims, you were fed to the dogs. Literally. 

As the limo crawled up to the attractive blonde, Wes rolled his tinted window down. [color=steelblue]"Hey, Blondie. I needs to speak with you for a moment."[/color] he called out. As they just barely passed her, the car came to a halt. The Prince popped his door open and beckoned her inside. [color=steelblue]"Get in the car."[/color] She wasn't moving fast enough for him though. [color=steelblue]"Get in the [i]fuckin'[/i] car, god damnit."[/color] he seethed, suddenly drawing a switchblade from his pocket and brandishing it towards her. 

If she tried anything funny, he was going to be pissed. And she [i]really[/i] didn't want to see that side of him.

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