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"𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰."
in which the chief of police's son just wants drugs and his drug dealer just wants to be left alone.
"Nah prep, leave. You and Rue shouldn't be here."
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[fezco x male...
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____ Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
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____Fezco wasn't an idiot.
But what he did was stupid.
Now, as sweet as his heart was, he hated Cody, you know, as he should, but if there was one thing, he'd take with him to the fucking grave it was the phrase, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Cody could have easily brought this to the authorities without Fezco knowing.
But Fezco knew he wouldn't. Not after he sold him drugs.
But at the same time, it might have been a coverup, one that Fez would've been too high to sniff out. But, tonight confirmed his suspicions. Cody, showing up at his apartment, alone, with a gun, raising hell, told Fezco all he needed to know.
The police weren't involved. At least not yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. He needed to keep an eye on Cody.
What better way to do that then pull him into the drug life? If he was gonna go down at this point, which he knew he wouldn't, why not take the chief of police's son down with him?
Genius right?
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Cody swallowed, sitting stiffly at Fezco's dining room table, a gun aimed at the back of his head, the drug dealer sitting across from him, a glare set hard on his face, unblinking as he crossed his arms.
"I uh, I can't sell drugs," Cody whispered, averting his eyes to the jagged wood of the table. Unable to sit still, his knee bounced as he fumbled with his fingers, struggling to swallow a painful lump in his throat. "Please my dad-"
"Do you think I give a fuck about your dad, prep?"
Peering back up at Fezco, Cody was met with a steel look that caused him to look back down.
"Pussy ass bitch." The kid taunted, the gun jabbing him in the back of the head and he jumped, a tear slipping down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly, an angry flush creeping up his neck.
"Fuck, you crying?" He appeared in his line of vision, his face lighting up, putting emphasis on that diamond face tat. "You come in here with a fucking gun, spewing crazy ass shit and now you fucking crying?"
