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Sam: The cool people do. ??????
I chuckled to myself. It was working. She was a fun distraction, and she hadn’t told me to leave her alone yet, so I took that as a good sign.
Clink: ??? Why do they only have crotch rockets?
Sam: ??????Were you just looking for an excuse to say crotch? ??
Clink: ????
Clink: What are you doing?
Sam: ??????
Clink: Gonna bring me some? ??
Sam: ???
Snorting, I typed out a response, but before I could reply, another text came in from the person I’d been hoping to avoid.
D: Need a hit?
“Fuck.”
I thought I blocked him, but somehow I skipped that step. I swiped the message away, trying to focus on texting Sam back, but my mind kept skittering back to the text and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put it out of my head. I pulled up the message, typing out a response to tell him no, but then deleted it. Twice more I played the same game before I finally sent a response.
Clink: Yeah, hmu.
D: C U at the club then
I looked at my watch again. If I left now, I’d have enough time to get there and back without pissing off Croy. I shoved my phone into my pocket and grabbed my keys off the nightstand. Just one more. While I was there, I’d tell him I was done. This was the last time.
No one paid me any attention when I ducked outside and got on my bike. Croy might’ve been chomping at the bit to put the girls on lockdown, but he didn’t do the same for us. We could handle ourselves and so far, Hammer wasn’t stupid enough to come for one of the crew. He liked to sneak around like a fucking bitch and try and take our women instead. Twice now he’d hurt one of them and run off like the coward he was. I couldn’t wait until he was tied to that chair in the gas station. We were going to rip him to pieces without an ounce of mercy after what he’d done.
My mind drifted to the last time Hammer was in town. We had the fucker cornered, or at least we thought we did. Turned out he wasn’t with the rest of his crew. He tried sneaking over here with a few other assholes so he could take the girls while we were busy wiping out his crew. Only Riley’s quick thinking and Mass’s sacrifice kept them safe.
My chest tightened at the thought of Mass. He was a good brother. We were a lot alike, both of us easy going compared to the rest of the crew. We used to play a game to see who could get the sweetbutt before the other. I was winning before he died, but it felt like a sour victory when he was gone before we could actually call it. He was the only one who knew about my problem and was helping me handle it. With him gone, I had to learn to deal with it on my own. I was doing okay for a while until the shit that went down a few weeks ago with Reaper.
Pulling up to the club, I tried to tell myself to keep going, to drive the fuck away. Croy set the rule when he took over that no club members could do drugs. He didn’t want his people partaking in his product. If he found out what I was doing… Well, let’s just say Croy wasn’t a forgiving guy.
Right as I’d convinced myself to drive away, a familiar face appeared at the entrance of the club. He studied me, lifting his eyebrow in question when I didn’t move. Letting out a growl, I turned off my engine. He turned around when I walked up to him, leading me past the bouncers and into the club proper.
None of the guys came out here, so it was where we always met. The pounding of the music, the flashing lights, it was all as familiar to me as the clubhouse. It triggered something in me and my will to say no disappeared when D handed me a little baggie of white powder.
“You want more? I got a surplus after taking some shit off some fuckers who thought they could sell in my territory.”
I opened the bag and checked the contents. I’d worked with D a lot, but that didn’t mean I trusted him. He was a dealer. His first priority was in making money, not in selling good product. At least we had the decency to get the purest shit we could before we sold it off. Dipping my finger inside, I scooped a little and rubbed it on my gums. It hit pretty quick, which meant it was a decent batch. He tried giving me some half ass shit before, got his ass kicked for it. I guess he learned his lesson.
Sticking the baggie in my pocket, I pulled out my wallet and handed him some cash. “Nah. I can’t get caught with that shit on me. One is enough.”
He nodded. He knew Croy’s rule and what would happen to me if I got caught. He lost a lot of business when Croy took over and threatened to start shit over it, but I talked him down by making him one of our buyers. He got a more decent product and made up the lost revenue when people kept coming back for more.
“Who was it in your territory?”
“No fuckin’ clue. The kids I took it off of weren’t even in high school yet. Who the fuck hires thirteen-year-olds to sell their shit?”
Disgust overtook my face. “The fuck?”
D nodded slowly. “Little shits got lucky it was me they were dealing with. Anyone else would've been killed on the spot.”
