Damian struggled to keep a straight face as Twenty returned to the room with an ugly expression stamped across his face. The man dropped into his chair, picked up his cup, and glared into it like it had personally offended him.
"Ungrateful ass hoe drooling over my brother?" he muttered under his breath before throwing the contents of the glass down his throat in one go.
Bam!
The cup slammed hard against the table as Twenty lifted his head and locked eyes with Damian.
"You promised you will help me pull some bitches in the club. You better keep your promise."
Damian chuckled and nodded firmly. "Don't worry, brother, just pick the time and I'll be there."
Twenty's frown melted into a satisfied smile, a clear image already forming in his mind. There was someone specific he had been chasing, someone he had been failing to reach. If Damian could bridge that gap for him, then losing Kalya over this would not sting nearly as much.
