American Dream ✦ Maloley

V ♔

"Alright, I told him to meet us here, do you see him?" I asked looking out of window. Nate had sent Sammy and I to do the first run. Nate didn't want me going alone since it was my first time, and Sammy had experience. "Wait, I think that's him, pull over," I instructed Sammy. He nodded and pulled over before killing the engine.

"You ready?" Sammy asked smirking over at me. I nodded and we stepped out of the car and played it off like we were simply walking down the street. "Here, grab my hand, there's a cop down there," he said reaching his hand over for mine. My breathing hitched when I saw the police officer, and I grabbed Sammy's hand. "Just keep walking, he's getting in his car," he told me. I listened to him, knowing he had probably encountered a lot of cops while making deals. After the cop car was no longer in view we walked across the street where Nash was sitting in his car.

"Get in," Nash told us. I looked at Sammy and he nodded before opening the back door for me. I felt something hard press up against me from the side of Sammy's jeans and I looked down to see a faint glimmer of metal. He had a fucking gun with him. I sat in the back seat, and he sat in the front. "This your boyfriend or something?" Nash asked smirking at me.

"Doesn't matter," Sammy shook his head. "Let's get this rolling shall we?" Nash nodded and they started talking about the different products Sammy could offer him. I listened intently trying to learn what to do when I had to be in those situations. "Alright, what were you looking for? We're you wanting everyone to let loose and have a nice, chill time or do you want everyone to see fucking wonderland?"

"Let's keep it simple: grass and ecstasy," Nash said clearly had done this before. Sammy nodded with a devilish grin on his lips.

"Looks like your guests are going to have a fun ass night," Sammy said reaching into the small bag he was hiding under his jacket. He pulled out a bag of pills and a couple bags filled with weed nuggets. They talked pricing and ounces, and by the time they were finished Nash was handing Sammy nearly three hundred dollars. "And if you're ever looking to buy, you know who to come to." They shook hands, and I followed Sammy across the street back to the car.

"Holy shit that was intense," I said closing the door.

"Feel that rush?" He asked looking over at me. I nodded and he smiled. "Congrats, you were just involved in your first drug deal, baby. Now let's go celebrate."

When we got back to the apartment Nate was looking through that same black portfolio Gilinsky had laid on the table earlier, and the pimp himself was sitting on the end of the sectional with two blonde girls. "Hey, baby girl," Nate greeted as he saw Sammy and I walking in. "How'd it go?" Sammy laid down the money on the table, and both Nate and Gilinsky smirked. "That was from one kid, huh?"

"The kid is about to throw the best party of his life," Sammy said sitting down next to one of the girls. He smiled over at one of them and Gilinsky gave him the death stare.

"Um, Gilinsky?" I asked looking at him with wide eyes. "Who are your friends?"

"Philly, meet the stars of my show, Rosie and Tulip," Gilinsky was practically beaming, and that's when I realized they were two of his girls. The girls smiled at me, they seemed innocent but they were harboring a dirty secret.

"Tulip...that's an...interesting name," I smiled weakly at the bright eyed girl and I heard Nate chuckle lightly.

"Oh, it's not my real name," she giggled. "It's just my street name," she said 'street name' in a whisper and I looked at Gilinsky as if to ask him why the hell two of his whores were sitting in my apartment. Gilinsky's phone buzzed and he looked down at it and then back to the girls.

"The car is here, be safe and bring me back some cash," he winked at the girls. They stood up after they each kissed one of his cheeks, and he held the door open for them and then walked back over to the couch after they left. "They're like trophies to the company."