¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.11

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

I yawned, placing the joint between my lips and moving around the kitchen in Zayn and Kelly's apartment. It was late, but none of the fuckers had the order for Mickey ready, so I had to do all of it myself. Unexpectedly, the gun delivery went smoother than I expected. That made me more wary about the whole situation. And I wish I was fucking wrong for once, but of course, I had to be right about the shit smell about this thing because, it turns out, I am a fucking middleman. When I exchange the guns for money, I have to go and drop them at some Abel guy - the head of the gun delivery procedure. However, Mickey wants me to drop some weed together with the guns. And I assure you, that won't be the only thing I'd drop that night.

"Dude, did you know pussies are like pockets?" Louis gasped in shock.

He was sitting on the couch with Kelly, passing a joint back and forth. However, I am not sure which joint they were on. I stopped counting when I learned the idiots had packed only five bags of weed because they got distracted by the smell and somehow ended up smoking their heads off.

"Like you can fucking store stuff in there and keep it safe before you need it back or shit..." he continued philosophizing as I rolled my eyes, trying to hold my aggravation down before I punched someone in the fucking face.

What was the point in being the boss of an indie drug organization if I had to do all the boring and shitty work? Better question - What was the point of keeping Louis around if I had to do all this bullshit?

"Like fucking babies?" Kelly wheezed at the realization, widening his eyes at Louis, whose face looked like the face I made when someone blew me good.

I threw another bag on the scale before looking over the boys. Louis looked confused at Kelly. "Why would you store fucking baby inside a pussy? I mean, it came out of there, but..." Louis continued rambling, but my attention moved over to Zayn, who walked through the archway with Aria in a cunty outfit under his arm.

She waved at the boys as Zayn decided not to bother asking what they were on while they walked in my way. Aria jumped on the counter, crossing her leg over the other one, as Zayn came beside me, handing me another zip-up bag to fill.

"How did the gun delivery go?" Zayn asked, taking the filled bag from my hand and putting it on the scale.

"Fifty M16A4s," I told him. What can I say? My curiosity took over me, and I checked what was in the bags. I was looking for microphones, hidden cameras, or tags, but surprisingly, it was only guns. Fully automatic rifles - something mobs in the drug business weren't actually using.

He raised his brows in surprise. "They're gonna pray and spray?" he guessed, to which I just shrugged before pointing my head in Aria's direction.

Without me having to tell her, she took the hint. "Alright, I'm gonna take a shower," she rolled her eyes, jumping off the countertop.