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I stopped the car and looked for a moment. I was wondering what James was doing on the freeway till I saw Devin and got even more curious. What kind of business could they be having?

I kept looking till I saw one of James' guard glance at me. I drove off shortly because I didn't want to cause a scene or draw attention to myself.

I went home, freshen up and off to work. When I got to work, I spent half the time wondering what they could be up to. When did they start hanging out and what the hell are they up to?

"Hey," A brunette called, trailing me off my thoughts.

"Hey."

"Can I have my usual?"

She looked familiar but I had absolutely no idea who she was and what her usual was. Fuck, I just need to find a way around it.

"Uh right," I laughed. "Latte yeah?"

Her brows raised as she look at me. "No, Cappuccino."

"How did I forget that?" I teased. "Must have missed your order."

"Yeah you did, never ordered a latte before."

Fucking hell, this wasn't nice.

"Here you go. Your usual," I smiled and handed the cup of cappuccino to her.

"Thanks. See you some other time."

I gave a nod as she walked out of the coffee shop. I was left in my thoughts again. Why was Devin looking like he was being forced to hug Emily?

I strived to figure out what was happening but I couldn't.

"Hey shit face, toss me a cup of black coffee."

Her approach was rude and I was not going to let it slide, not when she's been acting bitchy.

I squeezed my jaw and turned to get a jar of sugar. "Black coffee 'cause your pussy black and stinks."

I smirked when I saw the facial expression on her face. She leaned closer to me and raised her hands.

"Guess who's better than your girlfriend?" She yelled.

"Good thing I don't have one."

"Suck a dick!" She yelled and spat into her hands.

Ewwwwwww! Super gross!!

She leaned closer and rubbed her hands on my face...

No way.

Someone need to tell me that this birch did not just apply her family saliva on my face. I blinked, took shaky breath and looked at her.

"What the hell bitch????" I grabbed the jar and poured the sugar on her body. She wasn't going to get away with it.

I wished I could just pull her hair, punch her face and make her lick my butthole. kinky? nah!

"What's going on here?" A voice interrupted and we both turned in the direction of the voice. Fuck, it was my Boss.

I do not regret pouring sugar on her anyway and I wasn't going to apologize. With the way I see her moving her extra lashes, I get she might not be able to see clearly for a while since I don't see where raw sugar had been good for the eyes.

"What is going on here?" My boss asked again.

No body in particular and I wasn't ready to reply.

"How about you ask this asshole!" The sugar girl yelled pointing at me.

"It was only a mistake sir," I tried to defend myself but he saw me.

"A mistake, really? Xavier, I saw you exchange words with a customer and you poured her a jar of sugar?"

"I'm sorry—"

"No way. Go home."

I huffed and walked out of the counter. "Fuck you."

I changed into my clothes and walked out of the coffee shop. I picked up my phone and called Sky.

"Meet me at the warehouse," he instructed.

I ended the call without saying anything and took a bus. I needed I give him the money I made from sales and get some drugs for the week. I was making it faster than I expected and that caused a content smile to form on my lips despite what had just happened.

I got to the location and walked past abandoned warehouses.

"Hey man," I greeted him when I saw him.

"What do you have?" He asked ignoring my formalities.

"$900."

He stretched his hands and I rummaged my pocket till I got the complete notes out. I handed it to him and he smiled, shoving it in his pockets.

"Can I have mine now?"

"No man, you can get anything now."

"But why? Man, I need to supply meth to some guys."

"We all have to, the supply is low and Boss is trying to get a new supplier," he explained and placed a cigarette in his mouth. "That would take a while."

"What's with this show?"

"Well, some folks and suppliers have refused to pay up their debts so there'll be no supply for now."

"What am I supposed to do waiting for the supply to fucking get high again?"

"You made some cash, didn't you?"

"Man I've got bills to pay. You don't expect me to have no supply and have cash," I huffed angrily.

"Well, I got something if you're interested," he offered and respired smoke to the air.

My brows raised in interest. "What's that?"

It did sound suspicious but what could be worse than drug dealing? I just wanted to know what it was and possibly try it out. It doesn't hurt to try shit especially when you have bills looking at you and all that.

"What do you have?" I asked again, wondering if he didn't hear me the first time.

"You got a huge body man, you'd be perfect for it. Yunno? Muscle, shoulder, all that."

I was still waiting for a better explanation. Truly I was huge and bigger than he was. He was skinny with brown hair in a short form. He looked like he could be easily broken but he was sure as hell dangerous. Anyone who sells drugs is dangerous, they always find their way around and I may be dangerous too.

"I need you to get $1065 from this man. Show up, show him the fucking pistol, have him whimper like a baby, and get the bag."

"What the fuck?"

Was Sky asking me to rob a man? Hell no. I wasn't going to do any shit like that.

"Don't chicken out, I'll pay you $100 once you get the money, you just have to do a clean job."

"Bro—"

He raised his Jacket revealing the dagger he kept. "Or you can have this instead."

"No no, I can't do this. I'm sorry man, I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" He asked tossing his cigarette away. "You're doing shit gangstas do so you got to act like one."

What have I gotten myself into? Even if the person owe him so much, I still need to know why I would need to take a gun or a dagger.

"Fuck, I can't do this," I said one last time and pushed his hands off me. I ran away from the warehouse till I got to a freeway and paused to catch my breath.

"Fuck it, man."

I continued jogging till I got a cab that drove me home. When I got home, it was late.

I had no idea who was spying on me and telling Dad about my late-night movements but I hoped they didn't see me this time.

I opened the door and locked the door behind me. The house was quiet by the time I got in and I could guess Emily was asleep.

I walked to the bedroom and met her wrapped under her duvet. I gave a quick smile and stood watching her.