𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙎 ♡ 𝙏𝙄𝙈 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘿

• CHAPTER 11 • PART 1

"Look, your fingerprints are all over the bags." She said shaking her head.

"Which means it's decision time for you, Jake." Tim added. "You help us. We help you. Otherwise it's back to prison."

"Bruh, I thought we had a bond."

"Look, where are the drugs from?" Layla asked him.

Dim sighed. "Mexico. I was hired to drive them across the border. But you know I hit up my girls place when I got back in town. You know what I'm saying?" He said before he continued . "Anyway, I went back out and the car wasn't there. I've been freaking out ever since."

"Alright. Who are you supposed to deliver the drugs to?"

"Roy Hajek. Got the job through a slinger we both know."

Layla then paused in her note taking looking to Tim before back at Dim. "Have you ever met Hajek or any of his crew?"

"No, why?"

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"Look he said it himself. They've never met. Tim could go undercover as Dim. And we would arrest a major trafficker." Layla spoke walking backwards as she spoke with Grey, Angela, Lucy and Tim.

"Forget it." Tim said shaking his head.

"What?" Layla asked, it was a no brainer for her.

"Come on you totally pulled off playing the hit man." Lucy added backing Layla up.

"I agree." Grey spoke from beside Tim. "This is an opportunity we can't pass up."

"You guys just want to see me pretend to be Dim."

"Well duh." Layla and Lucy said in sync yet again.

The two fist bumped again. "We are on a roll!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Fine. I'll do it."

Layla clapped her hands excitedly.

"We gotta give you a makeover. Dirty you up, and like slick back your hair to make it look kinda greasy." She smiled as she began envisioning it.

Tim shook his head. "You are enjoying this way too much."

"Layla! Don't forget his tattoos!" Lucy spoke as she headed back inside.

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"Do you like this one?" Layla held up a red dragon tattoo Tim standing behind her.

The two were both dressed in their regular clothes.

"Babe. Pick anything out. I don't care." Layla sighed wrapping her arm around his.

Layla sighed. "Okay, Dim." She chuckled at the glare he threw her way. "Sorry, Tim."

"You're really having too much fun."