𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝟮𝟰/𝟳

Chapter 7

The very next day, after crashing at John B's, we all woke up early and headed out to the Pawn Shop to cash in the gold. We'd melted down the bars that morning, after figuring out a plan to later retrieve all 400 million from under Ms Crain's house.

The whole morning, JJ and I hadn't spoken a word to each other, and the other Pogues were acting like nothing had happened.

JJ was given the task of selling the 8 pounds of gold to the pawnbroker, as he was the best liar.

"I always do the work," he grumbled.

"Shut the fuck up!" I shoved him against the brick wall of the store, holding up his collar of his shirt. "Do your fucking job, and quite complaining," I snarled.

"I don't see you helping," JJ said coldly. He bashed his forehead forwards, contacting with my nose. I jerked back, clutching it, as it began to gush blood.

"What the hell!" I kicked him in the balls, and he bent over, groaning.

"You—little—cunt—" he wheezed.

"Alright, cut the crap!" Kiara stepped between us, right as I was about to kick JJ again. "JJ, get in the fucking store and sell the goddamn piece of gold! And Mercedes, shut your damn mouth! Both of you!"

JJ shoulder-shoved me out of the way as he entered the store, I scowled, and followed him inside.

The pawnbroker couldn't believe her eyes when JJ showed her the 8 pounds of gold, and after a lot of debate, she said she would have to go to the back to talk to her boss. JJ made up this lame excuse that he got the gold from his mother, who happened to have Alchmizers.

"Really? Alcmizers?" I scoffed.

"Like you couldn't do better," he said.

Before I could punch the living lights out of him, the lady came back. She told us we'd have to go to a warehouse out back to get the cash. Grumbling, JJ and the rest of us left, jumped in the Twinkie, and drove out.

Unfortunately, as we passed the rows and rows of endless trees, it didn't seem like we would be getting anywhere closer to the apparently money out there. And not two seconds later, we were pulled over from what sounded like cop sirens. Unfortunately, it was the opposite, and we were getting robbed. The old bat had sold us out, and here she'd sent one of her troopers after us to fetch the 8 pounds of gold.

After John B had jumped the robber, and the rest of us went to assist him, I snatched the mask off him. It was Barry, and I had seen him selling Coke to Rafe and Topper before. He was a rugrat, the lowest of the low, and he disgusted us all.

JJ rummaged through Barry's pockets, and grabbed his ID. "We got one more stop to make," he marched up to the Twinkie, and we followed him. "See where this fucker lives." Uneasily, I followed JJ into the car. JJ had a nasty temper, and right now, it seemed like it was all over the place.

Barry lived in a rusty old trailer, near the Cut side of the OBX, and the place needed a major lawn mower job, ASAP.

"Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland," I hopped out of the Twinkie, kicking a stray can of beer.

"This'll only take a second," JJ jumped out, and ran inside the Twinkie.

I sighed, "I'll watch the idiot," and followed him.

Inside Barry's trailer, the place was an equal dump. "JJ? What are you doing?" I called out to him from the kitchen.

I could hear JJ throwing shit around in the bedroom, and he yelled back, "None of your beeswax!"