Chapter 44
Larry shut the door slowly behind him as he walked in, his gaze sweeping across the living room. Something felt off—an awkward weight in the air that made the hair on his arms prickle. His chest tightened. The place felt tampered with. Then his eyes caught the disarranged picture frames on the counter, crooked and out of place. That was all the confirmation he needed.
"Shit!" he cussed, sprinting into his room. "Are these niggas trying to rob me or what?"
He barged into his bedroom, eyes darting wildly as if expecting the intruder to leap out at him, but silence pressed against the walls. Not a sound, not a movement.
"I swear to God I will kill the fuckers messing with me... I swear!!!" Larry's voice carried a frantic edge, panic and rage folding into one.
The scene clearly rattled him into a frenzy, yet he forced himself to keep cool—for now.
