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*Michael's POV*

He looked up at me. Clearly he was trying to cover his identity but I saw right through it. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Um, hey." He rubbed the back of his neck and I knitted my eyebrows together.

"You two know each other?" Mooney looked as confused as me. I cleared my throats and Luke stood up from his seat on the sofa, as he got closer to me I saw his bloodshot eyes and knew instantly that he was stoned.

"I thought you didn't smoke weed?" I questioned him. None of this was adding up. What was the purpose of him being here?

"I, uh-" Luke started speaking but was cut off by Mooney's impatience.

"Hello? Are you two idiots going to answer my question or keep staring at each other like mad men." I turned my attention from Luke to Mooney, clearing my throat.

"Sorry, uh, he's my friends friend." I explained and Mooney just nodded.

"Right, well I'll be right back, Michael." Mooney said as he disappeared into what I'm guessing is a back hall.

I looked over at Luke and notice he is glaring at me with eyes that could kill. I looked away until I heard him clear his throat and when my attention was back on him he gestured for me to follow him. He began walking out towards the front door so I followed him out.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He whisper yelled, glaring me dead in the eye.

"Don't give me that fucking look, you're here too."

"I have to be here! Do you even know what you're getting yourself into? Thank fuck your mum is coming home tomorrow because you'd be putting Madison in danger too." He huffed, running his fingers through his hair. I felt a lump forming in my throat at the mention of my mum.

"She's uh, she's not coming home tomorrow." I said lowly.

"What do you mean?" He stared at me and I could tell he was confused.

"There was an attack or something where mum is working and she got hurt. I'm trying to make money to get me and Madison over there to see her." I leaned against the wall and before Luke had the chance to reply, Mooney called me back in.

I followed the sound of his voice, leading me back into the living room and when I see what he had in his hand, a lump formed in my throat.

"These are for you." I grab the drugs but hesitate to grab the second item. I don't know why I was so nervous, but I was "are you going to take the gun or what?" Mooney asks, holding it out closer to me. I nodded, taking the gun from his grip and slipping it in the waist of my pants.

"What do I need that for?" I asked him, referring to the gun.

"Protection. Don't let me down, Mikey." He said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, grabbing a bag off the table and carefully placing the items in there.

"I won't." I promise him as I throw the bag over my shoulder.

"Now go, you have a lot to sell and very little time to sell it." I nodded, agreeing with him, he wasn't wrong. I had two days to sell $3.000 worth of drugs. This wasn't going to be easy.

I was just about to leave when I heard my name being called and when I stop to see who it was, my eyes met with Luke's. "I'm coming with you." He said, stopping beside me. "Goodbye uncle Seth." Luke shouted and when Mooney shouted back, I had shock written all over me.

"You have got some serious fucking explaining to do." I say to Luke with gritted teeth as we leave the house and walk towards my car.

"Good thing I'm staying the night at your place because it's a long fucking story." He chuckled but I refused to do the same.

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