Lifting the lit joint from between my lips, I exhaled the smoke, it tainted the air with the unmistakable smell of pot. Minutes passed like seconds before I spoke, "Robbie, you owe me a lot of money, and a lot of drugs".
Robbie, a buyer of mine sat directly in front of me on my red leathered couch. His knee jumped nervously, sweat trickled down his temples, and his eyes remained focused on the concrete ground.
"I'm just going through a rough spot, I'll have the money next week" he sputtered out.
I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped together. "I'm sorry, but that just won't do". I lifted the joint back to my lips, taking in a deep breath, then puffing it out in his face.
I rose from my seat, picked up my sleek metal pistol, and lifted it to his head. The cold metallic feel of the gun in my hand gave me a bitter sensation in my stomach, I pulled the trigger anyways.
"Clean this mess up" I ordered. Immediately my right hand man, Luke, began to pour liquid lighter fluid on Robbies diseased body. He lit and threw a match, finishing the job, his body went up in flames
My name is Alex Smith. I run the Red Rose gang. We sell drugs, guns, and strippers. We're the reason you lock your doors at night.
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RomanceA love story between two unlikely people, the cliche bad boy meets good girl romance, but with a twist. The good girl, Bell, might have a not so good past. And the bad boy, Alex, definitely doesn't have a clean slate. When the two collide its a lust...
