The Amazing Marcus Puth

Seventy six

Johnson sent a message to Don, but he let out a groan, clearly frustrated. He walked to the door and opened it, revealing one of his men standing there.

"What did you just say?" Johnson asked, his voice tense.

"Sir, the police are at the front door," the man replied, his expression grave.

Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. "I will have to use the back door," he said, but before he could make a move, his man spoke up again.

"They've surrounded the whole house, sir," he said, his voice laced with urgency.

Johnson's face contorted in anger and desperation. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hair in frustration.

He was trapped, and to make matters worse, Don wasn't responding to his messages or calls. He was on his own, with no clear escape route.

"Sir, we have no time to waste," his man urged, and Johnson nodded, thinking quickly.

He made a split-second decision to escape through the visitor's bathroom downstairs. He swiftly put on a black hoodie, covering his face, and grabbed his gun