Can't Fight This.....

Task 9: Dealing

ARIANA'S POV

"So what were you and Harold doing?" Alexa asks as I walk into the Puma Garage. I hear the whir from the motorcycle as the distance between Harry and I grows.

"He gave me a ride. He's gonna fix my car at the shop." I answer, watching for Miley. She can't listen too far into the conversation, or else it would be detrimental to her recovery--if we can call it that.

"I could've fixed it. I've worked on your car before." Taylor speaks up as if I didn't make it obvious that I was mad at him.

"Well, you used to do a lot of things that you won't be doing anymore. But don't worry. If I ever want you touching anything of mine again, I'll let you know." I send him a sarcastic smile, and even I can hear the bitchiness in my voice.

I walk into The Den, and plop down on the couch next to the boys, who are playing some video game.

Iggy and Liz pass through, briefly informing me that Chief is asking for me. I sigh, and get up, heading toward his domain. I walk down the hallway that seems to lead to everywhere in the house, until I reach the very end where Chief's office is located.

I knock, and he speaks up, telling me to enter. He's seated behind his desk, and I take a seat in one of the chairs across from him.

"What can I do for ya, Mac?" I question, using his first name.

"You can start by not calling me that."

"Would you rather I call you by your real name, Larry?"

"Shut up. It's 'Chief' to you. If the others hear us talking casual, they'll forget who's in charge. And when people forget, they need reminders. Reminders hurt." He tells me.

I raise an eyebrow. "'That a threat?"

"No, just a reminder." I feel his gaze burn into me. He's testing me.

I lean in towards him. "Funny, I didn't feel a thing. If you expect me to be shaking in my boots-- or rather heels-- then you have me mistaken."

He smirks at me. "That fire in you right now, keep that going. I'm sendin' you out to get some cash off The Ravens in exchange for some drugs. They'll be expecting you in about two days."

"How much cash we talkin'? 'Cause right now, it sounds like Taylor's type of task." I prefer being blunt because I have no patience for being fake.

"Eight grand." He states nonchalantly.

I raise my eyebrows. "That's a lot for one dealing. What type of drug?"

"Ketamine."

"Special K? That's some serious stuff."

"Which is why I need you to make the drop. It has to be done right." Miller looks straight into my eyes.

"I'll get it done." I stand up from the chair. "They better not expect me to take that shit. I don't care how important this deal is, I'm not fucking up my mind with that shit." I've never tried it but I've heard of the effects. It's a sort of LSD hallucination drug that lasts up to an hour. It doesn't seem all bad except for the fact that the user is seeing things and they also feel completely disconnected from their actions. So yeah, no thanks.

"No promises. You know how Ravens are. They don't like being played." Chief shrugs as if it's not a big deal. But then again, he has other people do the dirty work for him.

"Whatever, where's this meeting taking place?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"Red Warehouse on 7th Street."