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His little girlfriend follows close behind and scoffs at his words but doesn't say anything. She's dressed in black booty shorts and a pink, wrinkled camisole with a stain right in the center of her chest; a strap hangs down her rail-thin arm. You can tell she uses way too much, and I almost flinch at the realization that I may look like that one day.
No, Ryan. You won't be using your whole life. Just until you get out of this hell hole.I tell myself, but I glance at the woman again, doubt forming in my head. She probably thought that once, too.
"I'm not going to catch hell from Brock, will I?" Manny asks, grinning. A few of his teeth are beginning to turn black, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes on his, so I don't gag at the sight.
I scoff, "Like you care, Manny. Business is business with you. If he has an issue, he can take it up with me…after heapologizes." I wink playfully.
"Did you think I didn't see that?" Manny's woman steps in closer. "The nerve of you flirting with my man right in front of me!"
"Shut the fuck up, Tracey, and sit that boney ass down!" Manny points to the stained couch.
The woman listens and sits, but not without glaring at me as she does. I just shrug it off. I won't be here long, and hopefully, I won't be coming back for a very long time, if ever.
"So, how much are you looking to buy?" Manny pulls out his stash.
"I think eight should hold me over," I say, handing over my cash. I took out a little over two hundred of what I had saved up, and I can't believe I'm just handing it over to someone else for drugs.
Manny's suggestive look creeps me out, while he tries using a smooth voice to butter me up, saying, "There are other ways you can pay for it, you know." He licks his lips, rolling the bottom one in before biting it while rubbing his hands together; his eyes lingering just below my waist. "I've always wanted to try a threesome with my girl."
My eyes bulge, and when I glance at Tracey, I swear I can see smoke coming out of her ears. "Uh, thanks for the offer, but I had better pass. I don't mess with guys who are taken."
The fucker steps closer. "Well, I can fix that…"
"Thanks, but I still have to pass." I don't want to piss him off; he's my only chance of scoring again.
I'm relieved when he shrugs and says, "It's your loss, I guess."
Taking the pills from his hand, I say my goodbyes and hurry from the house. I never thought it would feel so good to inhale fresh air again. I sprint down the steps and straight to my car, getting in before any of the guys standing a few houses down decide to fuck with me.Goddamn it, Brock!I curse him under my breath for being in this position. Thankfully, I make it out of the neighborhood without issue, and then, I'm speeding for home.
I'm impatient as I fumble with my key to unlock my front door. As soon as I get inside, I slam the door and relock it. Being at Manny's has given me the creeps, so after glancing out the window to make sure I wasn't followed home, I dash upstairs to my room. I throw my keys on my dresser and toss my wallet and bag of little white pills into the top drawer of my dresser.
I need a shower, and once I feel as though I've gotten the stench of that drug house off me, I can sit on my bed and give myself a much-needed dose of X. How people can live the way Manny and his skanks do is beyond me, but just thinking about it reminds me of my earlier thoughts.I will stop just as soon as I get out of this town.
I scrub away the day's filth and the drug house stench. Once I brush my teeth and throw my hair into a wet bun, I wrap a towel around me and return to my room. I go to my dresser, but jump when I hear a dark, masculine voice.
"Care to tell me where you've been, Ry-Ry?"
I close my eyes as I turn slowly, telling myself he couldn't possibly be in my house. I locked the door when I got home. As if he could read my thoughts, he chuckles.
"I let myself in your house over an hour ago and found that its occupant was nowhere around. Tell me, Ryan, where could you have gone when you have no friends?" Beau sits in the armchair that I use when I read. It sits in the corner by my window, and Beau's large frame looks too big to sit in it.
"What the fuck, Beau? How did you get in my house?" I glare at him. "You know what, I don't fucking care. You need to leave…now!" I hold my towel tight, so he doesn't get any kind of look at my goods.
He's fast as he jumps from the chair and wraps his hand around my neck, shoving my back into my closet door. His eyes are burning through me until they begin to wander down my body, and a grin slowly appears.
"You act as if I've never seen your body before, Ry-Ry." When he meets my eyes again, the anger is gone, and in its place, something else is burning inside them…lust.
Seven
The fact that Beau Huntley is in my house again has me fuming. Who the fuck does he think he is? Being in my bedroom, my personal space, and not saying anything as I prepare for my shower, unnerves me. I want to say it’s in a bad way, but honestly, I’m just not sure.
“What do you want, Beau?” I glare at him, barely able to speak while he’s still holding my throat.
He tilts his head. “Why did your pulse just speed up, Ryan?”
“What? Are you high or something?” I ask him in disbelief.
His smile is big, showing off his two dimples hidden under the five o’clock shadow he’s sporting. “No, and it’s nice to see that you aren’t either.”
