VALERIE

Seventy Two

"Goodmorn-" Vanessa's smile quickly faded when she walked into the kitchen to find both Nick and Marco slumped asleep on the table with a stack of wrapped up kilos sitting right in front of them.

Vanessa gasped in disbelief, she cupped her mouth and began to shake her head, letting out a loud squeal that woke Nick up, lifting his head the hungover mess looked directly at her, her face was so priceless it took all his strength not to laugh. For a second he also thought he was too old to be that stoned.

Removing her hand from her mouth she began to wave them around until she placed one on her hip and used the other to fan herself, her mouth was open but was inaudible.

"Morning babe." Nick mocked with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Taking a few seconds to regain her composure she took in all of the disrespect that had been demonstrated by none other than Nick.

"What, the heck!" She shouted desperately causing Marco to jolt awake.

"Nick! What the freak is all of this!"

Marco yawned while stretching his arms, "Cálmade mami."

"Don't freaking speak to me in a language I don't know!" She snapped at him before going on to look back at Nick.

Shaking her head she crossed both arms against her body and stayed silent waiting for an explanation.

Nick glared at her, "Calm down."

The girl scoffed, "Excuse you? You're telling me to calm down?"

Nick rolled his eyes, "Don't even start."

Vanessa was beyond furious. She had never felt so disrespected in her life until now.

"This is my house and you dare to bring drugs into it? You must've lost your damn mind." She spat at her boyfriend in disgust,

"Not the first time I've done it." He amusingly mocked, Nick liked seeing Vanessa riled up, it reminded him that even miss perfect could lose her cool. He just wanted her to start cussing at him and lose that pretentious layer of dialogue she used.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me Nick, why? You guys aren't El Chapo, or Pablo Escobar. You guys are pathetic losers!"

"Shut up." Nick said with no interest, he was too busy watching Marco exit the room only to come back in with a black duffel bag.

Vanessa watched in horror as the tall handsome Cuban neatly placed all of the kilos into the bag which contained more product.

"You've got to be kidding me." She said beneath her breath, "You're such a piece of shit Nick." She was tired.

Tired of his smart mouth, and sarcastic ways, his anger issues and drinking problem. She was just tired with it all.

Nick scoffed, "Get over it this is what I like to do."

Through the loud bickering the couple didn't notice that the doorbell rang, but Marco did and he slipped out of the kitchen to check who it was.

"Like to do? You mean be an idiot. Oh yeah, well fuck you Nick!" Her voice began to quaver due to the anger and disappointment that had accumulated within, "You're a major fuck up. You had a job and what? You blew it away all for fucking drugs?"

Nick stood up from the chair quickly, the table fell over when he did so, backing Vanessa up against the wall with his body he slumped over a bit to look her eye to eye, he breathed in her face, "What I do is my business, so please chill the fuck out."

"It's like I don't even know who you are anymore." She said sadly, Nick chuckled,

"You don't. You never have."