Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

4.3 Blackmailed

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'When I'm pure like a dove, When I've learned how to love'
- The Old Therebefore, Maiah Wynne
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Atlas rolls his eyes as he snatches the gun from Jordan Adams, Jordan smirks at the boy. Atlas looks around the crowd, the sweaty bodies rubbing against each other as they moved to the beats of the music.

Atlas hated that this is where he ended up to repay his debt to these idiots. If Liam knew he was here he would probably slap him while digging his claws into his arm and dragging him out of here, Atlas wouldn't argue back either.

"Who is it?" Atlas questions as he slips the gun into his waistband, scanning the crowd searching for any familiar faces.

"On the left" Jordan answers, nodding to a circular table in the far left hand corner. At the table sat a ginger boy, no older than seventeen. "Tiger."

"Him?" Atlas scoffs. "You sure? He looks younger than me."

"Jackson he is the same age as you, don't sweat it" Conner Lopez shrugs from behind Jordan. "Don't do it with a crowd. His goonies are probably crawling the place."

"So how do you expect me to get this guy out of here?" Atlas asks, glancing at the pair. "I ain't seducing him."

"Tell him you want some shit" Jordan demands, rolling his eyes at the boy. "He's a dealer. He will never make a deal in a crowded club like this, he'll take you into one of the dark corridors."

"And just shoot him?" Atlas guesses. The pair nod. "What fucking name is Tiger? I'll be right back."

"Once he's down check him" Conner orders as Atlas begins to walk away, "anything that is on him. Take."

"Sure thing" Atlas responds as he carries on moving away from the duo and over to the table.

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The ginger teenager was fiddling with his man purse when Atlas quickly pulled out the gun and shot. The drug dealer didn't have the time to react because Atlas shot in straight in the heart.

The dealer fell back onto the floor. Atlas quickly searched him over and took any drugs he found on him and shoved them into his pockets. Then Atlas moved away before anyone got a chance to see him.

Atlas pushes his way past the sweaty bodies and gets out of the club, with Conner and Jordan not far behind him. They all turn a corner, standing in a dark alleyway.

Atlas hands the gun back over to Jordan and begins to pull out the zip lock bags of different substances.

Jordan shoves the gun into his waistband but doesn't take the drugs from Atlas, "you keep them Jackson. You earned it."

Jordan nods to Conner and the pair walk off. Leaving Atlas in the alleyway with different bags of drugs in his hands.

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Four months ago this would've been Atlas' heaven. Now? This is his hell.

He has plastic bags filled with different substances spread over his bed, contemplating on what to do with them. He didn't want to take them.

1. He didn't know what they were and could kill himself if he did take them.
2. Liam would kill him if he found out.
3. He was so close to being a hundred days clean.

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Garrett Douglas is teaching his physics class and is holding up a metal rod as he stands before all of the students. "Power. The ability, to control things. This metal, has no power. It's small. Weak. Insignificant. Is there anything we can do to change that?"