Chapter 41

When Dave and George finished barbering their hair, they paid the stylist.

“Oh, men, I look more like an ice cube. Man, I got to go to the club that night. You know, bitches gotta love me.” Dave Brags

He keeps looking at himself in the mirror as he keeps feeling his beard.

“Can we just go, Mr. Ice Cube?” George teases Dave

They left the salon, Dave stretched himself, and some police vans passed with sirens on.

“What’s happening, man? Is Mexico celebrating the death of Satan?” Dave joked

He was still laughing when George saw a van following them.

“We got to leave here; now the city is not safe,” George said.

“What that man, chill, the police are not after us; they don’t fucking know us,” Dave tells George.

He didn’t know about the van following them. George tried pulling Dave to move fast.

The van overtook them, the door opened, and some armed men came out, pointing guns at Dave and George.

“Get into the car now,” the