After eating their breakfast James and Jeff were still at the local Denny's chatting. Sex, politics and everything came up into the conversation. James was the first ever adult besides the Santos, to feel comfortable around since he's been in Orange County. They both felt they had a lot in common. James placed a few dollars on the table for the bill.
"Well I better get you home to the Santos...you mind if we make a run to my house before I drop you off there?" James asked.
"Sure. I could spend all day with you to be honest" Jeff smiled.
When they arrived at the Hemme mansion, Jeff followed James into his office. He closed the door and handed Jeff a white envelope. Jeff gave James a strange look.
"What's this for?" Jeff asked opening it.
"Just a little something for to protecting my daughter, Thank you" James smiled.
It was cash maybe not enough to save his life but it was enough. "...No thank you. I don't know what to say"
James smiled. "I was just like you"
"Yeah right.-"
"No...I was. But I met this woman she made me change I met her in Downtown L.A. she was form the East part though. She made me be a better person. We were in love I mean deep. But our backgrounds were so different my mom and dad would have killed me if I married her. So a year or two later she was with child. She told me" It's either them or us" James couldn't stand to look at Jeff anymore. His heart was pounding through his Armani suit he looked away.
Jeff leaned forward into the chair. "What did you do?" He asked interested in the story that James was telling him.
James broke a slight tear. "Like a dumbass I chose my parents. And I...never heard form here again...until a few weeks back. Telling me my son needs me. Also that he's been in trouble. Jeff what I'm trying to say is that your my son"
Jeff's face went to serious to a grin. "Whatever dude...hahahaha"
"You were born on August 31 --. I was there for your birth but...I just want to apologize for not staying-"
Jeff still not listening to him. "Okay. I think it's time for me to go-can you drop me off?"
"Jeff listen Jenna wanted you to-"
"I don't have a father!! If you were my dad you wouldn't let me, my mom live like shit and maybe I wouldn't be the trash that I am today!!! If you were my father--" Jeff didn't finish the rest of the sentence. His emotions got mixed with his feelings and wanted to punch James in his face.
"Jeff...you don't understand I--"
Jeff placed down the envelope back on James's desk and stormed out of the house. While walking blocks away form the Hemme residence he looked back. Was it true? Was he really my father? What the hell? While he thought to himself Jeff felt the vibration of is cellular phone in his pocket. It was a text form Greg
'Meet me downtown in an hour...be at our spot'
Everything seemed to same crashing down on Jeff all at once. He wanted to run, but he's been running since he was fifth-teen. Form the cops, other drug dealers, his life period. Now finding his long lost father and meeting up with Greg later Jeff sat on the curb in thought of just to what the hell he was going to do.
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When finally arriving at home, Jeff sunk around back into the pool house at this time he wanted to avoid the Santos even Mia. As he took off the clothes form last night and jump into a pair of baggy black jeans and white fitted T-shirt, Jeff again pack everything into his gym bag.
"Where are you going?"
The female voice made him stalled a bit but when he turned to see that it was Christy he gave her a stare and continued with placing his things into the bag. She walked closer to him.
"Umm hello? Where are going?" She steps in front of him.
Jeff didn't reply until Christy step in front of him and stared into his eyes. Jeff exhaled loudly. "I'll be back...I have to make a quick run-"
"Let me take you" Christy asked.
Jeff shook his head no. "No No...I have to handle this on my own" As the cab pulled into the driveway. Jeff headed outside and Christy followed eger to jump in the cab with him.
"Promise me that you're going to come back" Christy said.
Jeff knew he couldn't make a promise like that instead he kisses her on the cheek. "I'll see ya"
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Eric walked back, and fourth through his room. After his parents learn that he was hanging out with Jeff, they took his car and cell phone away and he was grounded for a entire month. But it's kind of hard to ground a kid when the father is away on business trips and the mom is popping sleeping pills. When Eric knew that it was his mom usual time to get knock out. He crept through the back door and met up with A.J.
"Dude? Are you sure you're not going to get in trouble?" A.J. asked.
"No...Where's Jeff?" Eric asked. "He didn't answer any of my calls?"
"I'm not sure, Mia haven't seen him since the party last night." A.J. spoke. "He not lock up I check some numbers using my dad's name"
Eric's eyes then went big like a light bulb went off on top of his head. "I think I might know where he would be"
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As the taxi exited off the freeway, Jeff took thee safety off the gun Greg had given him months ago. He never used it, only to intimidate people and when he was a drug mission and someone had to be put in order. Jeff really wasn't the type to fight but having no choice he did what he needed to do. If James Hemme would have stayed, Jeff would have grown up a totally different person. He was so pissed off at how his mother kept that secret for so long form him. Maybe she sent him there for a reason. To finally come face to face with the man that abandons him and his mother. After being put down so much of his life and into trouble, Jeff figured this was going to be his last day on earth. His demons have come back to kill him.
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Moments later Greg was standing in the alley at the stop were his text Jeff to meet him at. Shaking and smoking a cigarette, Greg nervously avoided the phone calls he was getting' form Chase and that was a big mistake. He spotted a taxi cab pull up down the street and figured it was Jeff so he began to walk towards it.
Jeff notice how mess up Greg had gotten since he last saw him. "Dude...what the hell has been going on with you?"
He smiled. "Nothing...nothing much...have you talked to Patrick?"
"No...he called but I never check the voicemail" Jeff said hopping out the car. "Why?"
Greg smiled happily as he knew Patrick didn't ruin things by begin a rat. "Nothing...so what do you have so far Jeff."
"Only three grand" Jeff said.
"I have six along with some jewelry form a house I rob." Greg smile. "Hey look whatever happens were friends until the end man..."
The two boys hugged. "So you want to grab drink?"
"Man I need one the way my day has been going" Jeff and Greg shared a laughter before heading into the nearest bar. What they didn't know that one of Chase's men where behind them.
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"He's still not answering, where could he be?" A.J. driving around the neighborhood in Los Angeles. It was far form Orange County and behind Beverly Hills. Eric texts and calls back and fourth to Jeff's phone but still no answer.
"What if something happened already?" A.J. asked looking a Eric.
"Is that a hypothetical question?" Eric question.
"No..it's just that I've seen some pretty hard shit the last time we were done here and...look"
A.J. slowed his SUV down and saw cops everywhere surrounded by a near by bar. What both Eric and A.J seen was unbelievable. They hopped out that SUV and rushed through the crowd. Te crime scene was unreal but it was right before their eyes. A white male lying face down in a puddle of his own blood.
"What happened?" Eric asked anyone who'd listen.
"Dude this kid got shot bro….I heard gun fire at least five times man. I'm not sure though" A random guy answered Eric's question. "But he's dead though."
With the blood covering the John Doe's face and blonde hair. The victim looks a bit like Jeff. Eric then though about the texts and phone call he didn't receive form Jeff. He was already dead.