Bad Boy Good Heart

Chapter 11

Conner's POV

Double locking the car, and entering the house "I'm home." I lock it behind me. She must not be home. I lick my shoes off, and head up to my room.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Already annoyed, unless it's Alice, I pull it out.

Raphael: "Come through. Doug has a job for you."

Me: "How long will this take. I've got a occasion I have to attend tonight at 10 and continued."

Raphael: "Just get down here. You could get a couple grand is what I'm hearing."

That's all I needed to hear. I leave the house and take the long drive down to the Doug's house. The house smells illegal. The whole thing...from the outside. Walking inside the house I'm met with three large men with guns, quickly lowered as they see it's just me.

"What's up man?" I ask Doug, a heavy set, gruff man ...my boss,  sitting on a couch smoking a spliff.

He doesn't say anything. He gets up from the couch and goes into the back room. He returns with a large brief case, placing it on the white coffee table that's in front of the couch. "In here." He pats the case. "Is a whole lot of money." He motions for me to come closer.

"Money that your going to make me, buy selling this." He opens the case. There are about 12 big pouches of crack and 12 bags of weed. Crack is aligned at the top and the weed at the bottom. "So here you go. I need it sold in 3 days. Of course you'll get money. About uhhh" he looks at the case. "Maybe 10 grand."

10 grand! 3 Fucking days?!

He slams the case shut, lifts is easily and shivers it in my arms. The case is heavy as hell. A girl laughs really loud and catches my attention. It's Brianna, the really hot blonde that forced her tongue down my throat some days ago. She's wearing the same bright red lipstick that she was when she kissed me. She's a good kisser, but she's a whore. Pretty sure she's with one of the big guys with guns here. He looks way to old to be with her, but with the amount of money circulating within this house, within this heavy ass suitcase alone, I doubt she cares.

I grip the case tighter and head for the door. Brianna steps In front of the door. And puts her hand on my bare chest.

"Stay for a while."

I will drop this case on your toe.

I give her my best fake smile. "No."

She grabs the back of my neck and bends my head forward. The guy she was with grabs her arm and roughly pulls her from my direction. In that instant I imagined Alice's face. I would beat that guy to a pulp for grabbing at her like that. My anger flares at the thought.

"Your gripping my arm to tight." Brianna says calmly.

I glare at the dude.

"Is there a problem." He gets into my face and puts the blade of a pocket knife to my side. "No..its none of my business." I exit the house feeling ...pissed.
I toss the case in on the passenger side and climb into the car. Why did I ever get myself I into this. I don't even know, but I need the money.

I drive back to my aunts and push the case under the bed of the room I'm staying in. She rarely ever comes into the room. I doubt she'll ever find it. Smell it however, I'll need something for that.

I'm so tired...I didn't get any sleep last night. I lay prostrate on the mattress with my arms at my sides.
What am I going to do. Last night I almost got sleep, almost. I could feel it. I was so close to sleep, but then nope. Just didn't happen.

I need to shower. I think I smell. I sniff my under arm. Okay I definitely smell. I drag myself up for the bed and grab a grey v neck shirt and underwear.

My eyes are closed as the water cascades down my face. It's so relaxing. I close my eyes and wash my hair. But the only thing on my mind is Alice. How her blonde hair flows in the wind, and how her green eyes sparkle in the light. Her body...her body is so toned, and...there. Her wonderful body will be There at a party tonight.

Ugh what the hell. I'll just go to make sure she's alright. My thoughts will not stop. It's like, I cannot not think about her.

After showering I check my phone. No messages, and I think I shower longer than any girl I've ever known. I've been in there for an hour plus some just to kill time. I have nothing to do all the way up until 10...I suppose I'll get to selling those drugs.

I send out a mass text to basically every person everyone in my contacts who I know do drugs...which is basically most of my contacts. These people aren't my friends, I don't have those. However the drugs Doug gives to me to sell, the customers are regular buyers, so I save the numbers.

About ten messages come in at once with the address of where to meet them and what they want. I pull the suit case from under the bed and bring out smaller individual bags and separate up who wants what and write the first initial of there name on the bag. Well, let's get this started.

Alice's POV
my phone buzzes.
Xavier:" are you sure you don't want me to pick you up?"

Me: "I'm positive. I need to drive myself so that just in case you get to arrogant I can drive myself home lol."

Xavier: " haha, very funny. I won't be arrogant. You got the wrong impression. Tonight will be fun. I'll be there in ten minutes. See you there."

I don't reply. I have no idea what to wear. I've showered and re rushed my teeth, but I didn't even think about a dress. I mean I have some, but I never wear them. Well now is as good as a time as ever.

There's a black form fitting dress that comes to my knees in my closet somewhere. Once I find it I slip it on and smooth it out. This dress used to fit me loosely around the hips, it fits now. I grin to my self. I'm getting hips!

Parking my Jeep between a invert Ike mustang and a Porsche, I get out and take a deep breath. I've reached the house and it's nice as hell. Immediately walking through the open mansion gate I see there's drunk people everywhere. Beer bottles and red cups across the lawn. Some shirts hear and there along with a pink skirt in the nearest bush. This is going to be one hell of a night.

As I enter the house the over whelming smell of beer insults my nostrils. Strobe lights seem too bright and the music is definitely too loud. Maybe Its just because Ive never been to a party before.

I get forced into the house further by a bunch of dancing sweating bodies. Most of them are boys that are sandwiching me in. I force my way out of the current triad of jumping bodies surrounding me and look around.

Unbelievably, there sitting on the couch is Conner, wearing nothing but black jeans and I think a grey shirt which is tucked into his pocket rather than on his body. I take in his appearance and he stares right back at me.

So now I stand here awkwardly partially wondering why he's here, and mostly knowing I don't think it actually matters.

I'm happy to see him.