The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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♛Aaron♕ "Stop," I command. Kian relaxed his fist and backs away from the badly beaten man.
"Where is Diego's money, Eric?" I asked sternly.
It was three a.m. I was meeting with one of my assigned clients, Eric Smith. He coughed up more blood, sputtering more onto his black business suit. From the dim moonlight the narrow alleyway provided, I could see that he was severely hurt as he attempted to sit upright on the concrete floor. Matt leaned against a brick wall near the street to keep watch, rolling a up a blunt.
For someone as tough and mature as him, it baffled me how he couldn't stomach one-on-one violence. He could fight in the ring, but this was too much for him. Kian could handle it, but he could never build enough courage to pull the trigger. Which was exactly why Diego made me hit man of our subdivision.
After so many occasions, shít like this doesn't faze me anymore.
"I-I'm sorry. I just need more some more time."
"You don't get anymore fúcking time. You said two weeks. Now where's the money?"
"I promise, if you just-" Kill me now.
"That's not what I asked you, Eric." I said before turning to Kian. "Otra vez."
Kian simply nods before subverting a bone-crushing blow to the man's jaw.
Aggravation ate me alive. If that poor excuse of a man began to cry, I wouldn't hesitate. Diego told me to pick up the money and if I didn't my life would be on the line. "I'll even change the question since you can't get the other one through your thick ass skull." My feet took slow strides toward him until I crouched down to meet eye level.
I stared into his dull, brown eyes, and asked calmly, "You got my five bands or not?"
Terrified, he turned away and whispered no. And then he went back to pleading.
"I can get it wired from my company's fund if you just give me more time!"
Eric stiffened when I waved my gun in his face, smiling bitterly. "See, that's not the answer I wanted to hear. You playin' some kinda game, Eric? 'Cause I'll let you know right now that Diego ain't the one to fúck with, especially when it comes to his money. When my boss sends me for a pick up, I'm expected to return with something tangible. Your promises are not tangible. If I don't come back with something, my position is in danger because you're my client. I sold to you."
