Dipendenza

Chapter 1

Ronnie

"Welcome to FatBurger, what can I get for you?" I smiled. I leaned against the counter with a soft smile. It was our first customer of the day and I always greet the first customer.

"I'll have a number 6 with extra fat sauce." A man looked up. "Is your ice cream machine working?"

"Of course." I smiled.

"Then I want a coke with my meal and a chocolate shake both medium." He finished.

"Anything else?"

"Thats it."

"Okay that'll be $12.50. Thank you and have a wonderful day." I smiled, taking his cash. I turned to the back and walked into my office.

"You steady doing stupid shit." Christopher blew out smoke while counting cash.

"What's so stupid about starting our day off right?" I asked sitting at my desk.

"You want a list?" He looked at me. I leaned over taking the blunt.

"The restaurant smells like weed." I inhaled.

"Only the best." he smiled. "And I'm not talking about the first order superstition, I'm takling about you out last night shooting up clubs." Chris glared at me.

"Ariel can never keep her mouth shut." I glared. "Look I heard Raymond was there. If it helps he shot first." I smiled at him. Christopher put the money down and stared at me.

He cares about me too much. We both know I could take a couple more things serious in my life.

"You can't bring her back." He whispered.

"I'm not trying to." I glared. "I'm not letting up though. It's my fault and I gotta make the shit right." I stood up. "This conversation is over. Get me when you start February." I left the office.

I don't feel like his doctor Phil, feel good speech right now I know what I'm doing is going to get me killed but I ain't got shit else to live for so why should I care. Fuck that shit, I'm young and trunt so I ain't stopping no time soon.

    "Welcome to FatBurger." I heard my employee say as I walked out of the building. I took out my phone and scrolled down my contacts till I reached the number I was looking for.

"Hello Ronnie." The smooth voice floated out. I hate talking to him. He always tries to fuck me and he's into weird shit. "Our meeting is today correct?"

"We're in February right now. We might need a little more time." I sighed. I hate extending our time with him. He's a creep who's always tryna get alone time with me.

"Made more than you expected huh." He chuckled. "Tell you what I'll take ten thousand off your pay since you need more time."

"Woah hold on big fella. You ain't taking shit off my pay. We can cut the contract all together if that's how we playing." I glared.

"I can cut you as well." He suggested.

"Well I'll put it straight like this, I ain't scared of no nigga walking so do what you gotta do. I don't fear death and I don't fear you. The problem is though, you kill me, you stop my production. That doesn't mean just your system is down that means ten other players systems are down. To a few that'll make them mad enough to kill."