Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Prologue

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Gabby's POV

~6 months ago~

The dick in my mouth tastes like stale potato chips and sweat. Very appetizing, I know, but sometimes the only currency a gal needs is a smile and a mouth.

"Oh yeah, Baby, do you like it like that?" the old smelly guy says as he grabs my hair and thrusts into my mouth.

No, I don't like it like that, but I do like the heroin that I know is in your pocket.

You can call me a slut, a desperate, scandalous, Jezebel spirit that prays on all the God-fearing drug dealers this town has to offer, and you'd be right. That's exactly what I am. It's what I was raised to be.

I think this is all I'm meant to do with my life, and while that thought scares me right now, as soon as the magic powder whisks me away, I won't give a damn. Because when I am floating in the clouds, far, far away from this shit hole, it's when I feel the safest.

"Oh God," Mr. Smelly says as he shoots his seed into my mouth. I swallow the disgusting liquid as I try to suppress a grimace. My girl Cassidy and I used to rank our clients based on their tastes. After every client, we would run to find each other and add our newest score to the list and then share our proceeds. I can't bring myself to change that list now that Cassidy is gone, but if I did, Mr. Smelly would be dead last.

"Oh you're good at that," he says as I sit back on my heels.

"Pay up," I demand as I stand up. I do what I do, take my payment, and get the fuck out. I don't stick around for small talk after.

"All business, I see," he laughs as he digs in his pocket and pulls out a baggie of the magic powder.

Oh, tonight is going to be such a good night.

"If you get some more of that stuff, call me," I smile as I stuff the baggie in my bra and leave the small back room of this run-down bar.

The cold night air hits my face as I hear the hustle and bustle of the city around me. These damn high heels are pinching my feet as I speed-walk to Jimbo's house. Don't ask me his real name because I don't know it, we all just call him Jimbo. His place is the local hangout for people like me and since tonight Saturday, I'm sure it will be packed. It's a good thing I have an in with him.

No, not that kind of in. Jimbo is like 70 years old, sometimes I'm desperate, but I will never be that desperate. My mom, on the other hand, she's that desperate at least once a week. They've been in business for over a decade, and that is one of the very few perks of being Gwen Wilison's daughter.

"Hey, party's closed!" somebody yells as I push open the old wooden door to Jimbo's house.

"Not for me it ain't," I quip as I shoot death glares at whoever said that. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I realize it's a middle-aged black man who I think belongs to the local street gang.

"Sup, Ginger," Jimbo says, using my nickname. I see him in the corner of the room with three women on his lab. This son of a bitch is older than Jesus but he still gets more pussy than a street pimp. You can say this lifestyle is so bad, but if you ask Jimbo, I think he's doing pretty good.

"Hey, Bo Bo," I laugh as I use the nickname he hates.

"You seen your Ma?" he asks as one of the bimbos on his lap starts grinding on him.

"Nah, but I'm sure she'll be here after she scores," I say as I watch jealousy flash across his face.

"Well, mi casa, su casa, make yourself at home," he says as he waves his arms around this run-down shack.

There are at least 20 people piled in here and everyone is practically on top of each other as I try to make my way to the kitchen. "You got the goods, Baby," the gang banger from early asks as he walks up behind me.

"Rule number one, never walk up on a street girl, that's how you get shanked, Baby," I smirk as I pull the top of a makeshift shiv out of my bra.

"Beautiful and dangerous, that's a combo I like," he laughs. "Name's T-bo," he adds as he holds his hand out.

"You expect me to what? Shake your hand then give you half of the dope I worked very hard for. Is that what you think is gonna happen, T-bo?" I laugh as I grab a lighter, a spoon, and a cotton ball from the kitchen drawer.

"Well, damn, you ain't gotta put it like that," he laughs nervously.

"How else would you put it? Cause you don't even wanna know what I went through to get this," I grimace as I hold the baggie in between my fingers like a trophy.

"Maybe I can give you something then?"He offers as he licks his lips. You know, an orgasm would really hit the spot right now. And the feminist in me would love to see this man on his knees begging me to give him dope instead of the other way around.

"Not tonight, Baby," a voice says as I feel somebody grab my shoulders. The thick scent of cigarettes and hairspray tell me the identity of this mystery cock blocker before I can see her.

"Damn, Ma, I was about to have a happy ending," I laugh as my mom wraps her bony arms around me from behind.

"Oh stop, this is the only happy ending we need tonight," she says as she yanks the baggie out of my hand.

"Oh come on, you didn't get your own?" I groan.

"The clients today were drier than a desert. I sucked a guy for 20 minutes and nothing. He got so mad he threw me out, stiffed me on all my hard work," she pouts as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Okay, ew," I laugh as I take the baggie out of her hand. "I'll share tonight but you gotta get the stuff for BOTH of us tomorrow."

"Deal!" she says excitedly as we walk into the back room, away from the crowd of people. Usually, people aren't allowed back here since it is technically Jimbo's bedroom, but like I said before, we get special privileges.

"Where'd you score this?" she asks as I carefully pour some of the magic powder into the spoon and use the lighter to heat the bottom.

"The old smelly guy at Dave's Tarvin," I laugh.

"He's got stuff?"

"I know, shocked the hell out of me too."

"I tried Jimbo, but he was too pissed to even look at me. The man thinks that just because he's been getting this pussy the longest he's the only one. Honey, his well is drying up too."

"Jesus, Ma, enough with the details," I groan as the now liquid mixture starts to bubble in the spoon.

"You first, you're getting the small shot," I say as she pulls a needle and syringe out of her bra.

She wraps a rubber tunicate around her arm as she tries to find a vein. I suck up the magic liquid into the syringe and wait for her to poke around on her goddamn arm some more. "Ma, come on," I say as I get impatient.

"Calm your tits, when you get old like me your veins turn to shit," she groans as her eyes finally light up. "Ah! There you are, you little bastard!" She yells victoriously as she takes the syringe from my hand and plunges the needle into her arm.

"Oh fuck," she moans as she falls back onto the bed. My God, that took forever, but now it's my turn. I hurriedly melt what's left of the magic powder in my spoon, use the cotton to soak it up, then suck it up from the cotton ball with the syringe I took out of my Ma's arm. While my veins aren't great, they are much better than my Ma's as I find the big fat one on the left side of my right arm. That one never lets me down.

In an instant, I plunge the liquid inside of me and lay back on the bed as the most intense and welcoming warmth washes over me. This feeling, this is the single best thing I have ever felt. It's an intense warmth that sends you flying into the air as your heart beats in your chest, but it's a good beat, it's a beat that grounds you to the earth. Colors have never looked brighter yet so dull and far away at the same time. When you are up here, nothing else matters. When you are up here, the entire shit hole that is your life doesn't matter.

With freedom like this, who would want to do anything else?