𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐁.𝐄

𝟎𝟓 | 𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚'𝐚𝐦

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭.
𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝟐𝟏 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞
" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥, 𝘪'𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥. "

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𝐓𝐰: 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

Naomi and I spent quite some time at the dinner last Saturday. I was beyond tired that week but all my energy has been resorted nevertheless.

Now, it's the middle of the week and I'm back to working around the clock.

I looked away from my computer and picked up my planning book. I crossed off everything that I'd already done. The only thing I needed to do was make a few photo calls.

First, I called my insurance company in regards of one my cars. Secondly, I called my parents: Maggie and Patrick. I call them almost everyday of the week and I enjoy our talks every time.

After talking to them called my brother, Finneas.

Although the family business was left in my hands, Finneas is the brains of the operation. I'm more so like the body. He's basically the guy in the chair and I'm the one who carries out the orders.

Finneas keeps everything in check. If it weren't for him my life would be a disaster. He's a really big help and there's not a day that goes by where I don't give him the credit he deserves.

While on the phone, Finneas gave me a few updates. I was informed that Carlos — a guy I rely on to get some drugs dealt to the east side of Vegas — has been late on a few payments.

I have an agreement with Carlos, just like I do with everyone else who works for me.

I supply them with drugs and they deal a certain amount of them every two weeks. In the end, they get to keep a percentage of what they make while I keep the rest.

Everyone I've ever worked with has done right by me and followed these rules. I haven't had not one person cross the line until I started working with Carlos. That kid is a pain in the ass.

When he does his job correctly, he brings in more money than anyone else, which is why I haven't gotten rid of him yet. But by the looks of our current situation, something has to change.

I stared at my phone, debating if I should call Carlos and give him a warning. But then I came to the realization that he doesn't deserve a warning. He needs something a little more than that.

I got up from my desk and left my office. I was making my way to the basement. Do-yeon was standing in the foyer, watering some of the house plants we have lined up in the entryway.

"Billie? Where are you headed?" She asked.

"I got some shit to handle." I said in a stern tone. I could feel her following behind me. "Who's ass do I get to kick today?". Although I couldn't see her, I knew she had that grin on her face.

"Fucking Carlos. I talked to Finneas and it turns out he's been selling all his drugs yet he's short on pay. He's most likely dealing for a different price or pocketing my money. Either way he's a dead man."

We walked to the back of the house. There was a narrow hallway that lead to a steal door. Behind it was the basement. The basement is where we store all of our illegal belongings.

I entered the code into the keypad. The door opened and Do-yeon followed behind me.

I grabbed my gun and placed it between the waistband of my pants, making sure it was snug. Do-yeon was putting some of her throwing knives in the loops of her leather pants.

I opened a drawer that held all of our smaller weapons like pocket knifes and shivs. I found myself a pair of brass knuckles and placed them on my left hand. "Ready?" I asked Do-yeon.

"More than ever."

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Do-yeon and I were on our way to Carlos's trap house. It was a twenty minute drive.

"What do you plan on saying to him?"

"That he better get his shit together or I'm gonna make him pay for what he did the next time I see him." I gripped the stirring wheel tighter and pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder.

"Ok Bil calm down. You're driving for christ sake." Do-yeon warned.

"I can't help it, I'm pissed off. I work hard to get him what he needs, I fucking provide for him! And then he turns around and he keeps my cash as if he doesn't get enough?!" I complained.

"I understand. I-I really do, I just think we should make it to him alive, you know? Drive a little safer?" Do-yeon said, worry lingering in her voice.

She was right. I was on the brink of driving us off the road. I took her advice, lifting my foot off the gas and loosening my grip on the wheel. I spent the rest of the ride trying to contain my anger.

There were multiple men scattered on and around Carlos's porch when we arrived.

"Can we help you?" A guy, covered in tattoos asked. He was sitting in a chair with a red cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"We're looking for Carlos." I said.

A smaller guy who sat next to the tatted man, tapped him on the shoulder, "Aye, that's the lady Carlos's been talking about. His supplier."

The muscular guy took a sip from his cup and smacked his lips together. "Let them inside."

Everyone cleared the way and a tall man opened the door for us. There were a few other guys in the house. They stepped to the side and cleared the way, giving me a clear view of Carlos.

"Oh shit." He cursed as he slouched down in his armchair. I clicked my tongue a few times, looking at the frightened young man. He knows exactly what he did and I'm going to make him regret it.

I slowly walked over to him. I placed my hands on the arms of his chair, bending down so we could see eye to eye. I leaned forward, leaving only a few inches between us.

"I'm here for one thing and one thing only,"

I slipped my hand underneath my shirt, grabbing my gun from my waistband. I held it to the side of Carlo's head, placing it on his temple. "Where's my fucking money?"

"Look Billie, it's complicated-" He began, before I interrupted him. "It's completed? How is doing your job complicated!" I yelled.

"Listen, move the gun away from my face and I'll tell you everything you want to know." He pleaded.

"Bil." Do-yeon whispered. I looked at her and she nodded. I sighed and lowered the gun. He exhaled and the scared look on his face faded.

"I can explain." He started. "Well you better get to because I'm missing up to a month worth of cash from you". "Not tell me this...what happened to my seventy-five percent?" I asked.

"My customers where falling short. I needed the drugs sold by two weeks, just like you said. I had no other way of getting them sold without changing the prices." He explained.

"Carlos." I said before taking a brief pause. "You can't do shit like that without my consent. You're fucking up my assets."

You would think this guys knows about the value of money. He's a drug dealer for crying out loud.

"Listen, I don't have any time to waste. If that money isn't in my hand by Sunday, I will do the unimaginable to you and those dickheads on your front porch." I said.

"Do you understand?" I asked.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded his head. "I can't hear you Carlosss" I said in a singsongy voice while running my finger over the guns trigger.

He looked down at my hand and swallowed hard. His skin was pale and his eyes were wide. "Yes." He said. "Yes what?" I teased.

"Yes ma'am."
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