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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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____He ain't crook son, he just a shook one
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Cody held his breath as he walked over to Mouse slowly, Custer's gun aimed at the back of his head. The anger was gone, replaced with cold fear, raising goosebumps on the back of his neck.
Not even inches away, Mouse stepped forward and punched him in the face, so hard, Cody stumbled and fell to the ground with a yelp. Against the cold surface, he stayed there, squeezing his eyes shut as his skin throbbed, hot and searing.
"What the fuck!" Fezco shouted.
"Shut up!" Putting a foot on Cody's face to keep him there, Mouse spat on his cheek with a low growl. "I hope you know who the fuck you just talked to cracker."
"Get the fuck off him!" Fezco continued to protest behind him but the large drug dealer quickly cut him off with a death glare.
"Another word and I get my man to splatter this fucker's brain all over your old ass couch! Com-fucking-prende?"
This was met with silence and Cody squirmed under Mouse's shoe, the fight in him gone as the side of his face stung, sharp and unbearable. Ears ringing, he could barely think. Getting low and snake like, Mouse hissed in his ear.
"What's your name bitch?"
"Cole," he muttered in defeat. If he fought back now, things would get worse for him.
"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you Cole."
Cody obeyed.
Mouse stared him down, a slick tongue running over his bottom lip. "Y'all got some guts talking to me like that. So I wanna see what you can do, pretty boy. Get the fuck up. I ain't done with you yet."
He removed his foot and after a moment's hesitation, Cody stumbled slowly to his feet, fighting the urge to cover his throbbing eye because it hurt like a goddamn bitch.
He didn't really know what to expect. Just knew that he would fucking fight if he had to, though the gun aimed at his head by a total stranger, was scary enough to leave him frozen, holding his breath. Mouse smirked and held his hand out, the fentanyl on his switchblade, shining menacingly against the silver. Cody went pale.
"Go on, give this to yo lil sis."
Cody shook his head quickly, taking a step back. "No, I uh- I can't do that-"
