𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐁.𝐄

𝟎𝟕 | 𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝟓𝟎 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭
" 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. "

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

𝐓𝐰: 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬

I read the time on my watch, 1:20am. I sighed, thinking about the long night ahead of me.

I grabbed the red duffel bag off my dresser before heading downstairs. I'm getting ready to go on a drug run. This isn't how I planned on spending my Monday night but duty calls.

I stepped off the spiral staircase, onto the marble floors. I went over to the coat rack by the front door and grabbed a jacket. I took the pair of leather gloves out of the pockets and put them on.

"Yeonie?" I called out. I heard a few footsteps and turned around. Do-yeon was in the archway of the kitchen. "You wanna go on a run with me?" I asked, zipping up my jacket.

Her eyes wondered a little, her mind pondering. "It won't take long." I said, in attempts to persuade her.

"What're we doing tonight?" She asked, approaching the front of the house. "Drop offs and payments."

I grabbed another jacket off the rack, handing it to her before walking out the door.

Let me take this time to explain a few things.

The world of drug dealing works as a hierarchical system. Think of it as a pyramid: there's people at the top, middle, and bottom.

The people at the top of the pyramid are the big guys. They import drugs and distribute them to the people below.

The people below them are considered "high level" dealers. These dealers separate the goods and sell them to people like me. I'm what they call a "low level" dealer.

We sell drugs in small quantities to street dealers. Of course, with my reputation, I could easily higher my status but I prefer to keep things local. I have better control that way.

Anywho, street level dealers are people like Carlos, who buy drugs from guys like me and deal them out on the streets.

In the end, the people at the bottom pay me, I pay the guys above, and they pay the men above them. We all work together in system of buying and selling.

If I'm not payed on time then I can't pay my dues, which could mess up the system and get me in trouble. Just another reason why I'm so strict about my money...

I stepped off the front porch, my boots crushing the pebbles beneath my feet. Do-yeon followed behind me but stopped to check the mail.

I left her at the front steps and walked to the matte-black car parked in the driveway. I waited until she was seated before handing her the duffel bag.

"You know the drill. Everything's already sorted and labeled." I said.

She nodded her head while looking through the pile of envelopes she collected from the mailbox.

"Coupons, check, another coupon, " She listed, while shuffling through the papers. She paused for a second, and held up a royal blue envelope.

She read the address, "It's from Mr. Miller."

I glanced at the envelope, a smile tugging at the sides of my lips. I've been waiting on that for a while.

"It's from the charity dinner." I explained.