Chapter 61- Jermaine
DAMON~
Ebony skin, dreaded locks that fell gracefully over his shoulders, deep brown eyes, a rounded nose, thin lips that were a fade shade of pink, he wore a black hood twice his size and baggy sweat pants, Barefoot for some reason and between his two fingers was a lit blunt.
"If it isn’t the boy Alpha." He said, his deep voice booming through the room even though he didn’t shout.
"Jermaine?" I asked.
"That’s me." He said as he slowly turned towards me and with his fingers put out the light of his joint and tossed it to the ground "You’ve changed me."
"So have you," I replied, he chuckled as he leaned against a table behind him.
"It’s probably all the weed." He joked as he took out another joint from his pockets and a lighter, Wasteful, I thought as he let out a puff of smoke, and a satisfied groan escaped his lips, I let out a forced chuckle as I stepped closer.
"They call you boss now, So you’re the Alpha of this pack?" I asked, he stared at me for a brief moment before he answered.
"I’m not an alpha and this isn’t a pack."
"Then what is it?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"It’s whatever they need it to be." He answered dryly, for some reason those words felt hostile.