Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“So, what's up?” Billy asks, twisting the cap off his beer.
“That girl, the one who brought the weed, tell me about her,” I ask, grabbing my beer off the desk and opening it.
“What do you want to know?” he asks casually.
“What’s her name?”
“C,” he replies, not offering any more information.
“Sea, as in, deep-blue sea?” I ask confused, picking at a loose piece of the label on my bottle.
“No, as in the letter C.”
“What’s it stand for?” I question, looking toward the ceiling, trying not to lose my patience at how he is making me pry the information out of him.
“Don't know.” He shrugs. “She put her number in my cell phone and the contact’s name just reads C.”
“You fucking her?” I ask, looking him dead in the eyes.
“No, but not from the lack of trying!” He chuckles, squirming in his chair.
So, he's trying.
“I've never seen her before. How long has she been working for Roscoe?” The only dealer in town I know of, he’s very particular about who has drugs and nobody but him is allowed to push them.
“She doesn't work for Roscoe,” he answers, turning to look away from me. Nobody in this small town deals without Roscoe’s approval. Billy accepting drugs from her is just painting a bigger target on her naïve back.
“What!?” I nearly shout, sitting up in my chair. “Does Flynn know you stop dealing with Roscoe?” I continue.
“No,” he replies regretfully, still not looking at me.
“Fuck, Billy, we got enough shit going on with that asshole. We don't need to give him a reason to be pissed off at us.”
“It's just weed, Linc. I don't think buying an ounce of weed somewhere else is going to make him turn on us,” he argues.
“Still, you should have talked to me and Flynn before switching dealers!” I shout. This could mean trouble for the club and C if Roscoe ever finds out.
“How did you meet her?” I continue, lowering my voice, putting my head in my hands.
Billy squirms in his seat and then answers, “I just ran into her.”
Hmmmm, interesting...he doesn't want to tell me.
Leaning back in my chair, my arms across my chest, I continue, “I know I'm not a full-fledged member of this club. There is a reason for that, but I'm not going to go into that now. I'm just gonna say that I have deep respect for you, Billy. You’ve always treated me as one of your own. So, I'm hoping in this moment, even though I'm not officially a brother of this club, you will still treat me like one and be honest with me.”
Billy rubs his face and then gets up and starts pacing the room. After a few seconds he starts to tell me the story of how he met C. How his grandmother is going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments, and how C gives free marijuana to people who are going through that. Roscoe is too expensive, and they can’t seem to get a medical card for the shit, despite trying.
“Well, that's just sweet,” my voice is sarcastic. “But apparently the little angel is dealing the shit too,” I continue, my eyebrows quirked up as I toss him the bag of weed from the desk.
He nods in agreement, putting the bag in his shirt before continuing, “All I know, is unlike Roscoe, her stuff is good, her prices are more than fair, and she's definitely better looking than any of his guys.” He ends with a devilish grin.
“Who's she working for?” I sigh, ignoring his comment on her being better looking.
“No one, she does it on her own. She told me even the other two people helping with the cancer patient thing don't know she sells on the side.”
“Who are the two other people?” I ask, the thought of two more dipshits getting into something they can’t handle makes me more anxious.
“I only know one of them, his name is Ben, they work together at a flower shop down on Broadway.”
“So, she has a regular job?” She must not be selling that much if she’s working. That’s a good sign, she’s laying low.
“Yes, she does the weed thing on the side.”
“Who's her supplier?” I ask curiously.
“Don't know.” He shrugs. “She's wet behind the ears as weed dealers go. But she's not stupid enough to tell me that.”
“We need to find out. It could be important,” I say, taking a swig of my beer.
Billy looks at me concerned, and then says, “Linc, she’s a good kid, I don't want her to get hurt.”
“Well then, you should have already found this shit out. If she is as naïve as you say, how do you know she is not already in over her head with some asshole?” I scold.
“I've tried, Linc, she is stubborn as shit. I'm surprised she even agreed to deliver here tonight.”