On The Run: Original Work From The Tumblr Author

Chapter Three

Aubrey

Even though one of our own was locked up right now, business still had to be conducted. The boys made successful drops into the early morning hours. I had to accompany them on a few trips to pay a visit to certain customers who thought they could give them a hard time in regards to money. Something that I didn't play with. I sell you $1,000 worth, I expect that amount in the form of bills at the time when we make that drop. I don't do I owe you's. I don't do payment plans. Not in this lifestyle.

We were done for the night. I had a little blood on my gloves and my knuckles were a bit sore. I had to get a little rough with one of my buyers. He didn't want to give me the full $500 for this weed he hit me up about. Something about it being all he had to his name. Not my problem. Don't have my crew drive twenty minutes to make a drop and you weren't willing to pay the full amount. I had to remind him who he was dealing with. A busted lip and a broken nose sufficed. We had our money, he had his weed. It was all good. I'm more than positive he'll be calling me for more tomorrow night.

I went up to my room, stripped out of my clothes and immediately threw them in the washer after emptying my pockets. A hot shower was much needed, but before I did that I picked up my phone to send a quick text to one of my hoes who'd be down to give me just what I needed to end my night.

She worked fifteen minutes from here at a bar where I had met her. Jibber scooped her up for me real quick. I was fresh out the shower by the time she got up to my room. As usual, she complained about her phone being confiscated but she knew the routine.

We fucked twice. She had everything I enjoyed looking at on a woman's body. Full breast, slim waist, fat ass and juicy thighs. The pussy was good. I always made sure to use a rubber with these bitches. I ain't got time for a nagging ass baby mamma.

I didn't want her sleeping with me. Once I got what I needed, I called a taxi and sent her on her way. She murmured a few vulgarities under her breath. I didn't give a fuck. She wasn't my bitch or anything. Just a broad I was fucking for the hell of it.

The next day I went back down to the pharmacy to see how Mazin was doing. I trusted him with everything here, but I liked to pop up when I could to show my appreciation for how hard he works. Helping run a pharmacy and keeping everything intact with paperwork and finances wasn't easy; especially with my double life. He was loyal and smart as hell. Stroking through everything with a fine-toothed comb. One of several reasons why I'm still untouched till this day.

I kept our conversation brief. The place was busy. Sunday afternoons typically were. People would drop in after church service and what not still dressed in their Sunday's best. Since it was around lunchtime, I walked two blocks down to the local diner to grab us both lunch. His ass loved to eat, so I knew he'd appreciate it.

"What's up Mr. Graham!" the enthusiastic young gentleman greeted me only seconds after I found an empty booth for myself.

"Hey Clark," I recognized him from my previous visits here. His parents were also frequents in the pharmacy. "How's it going?"

"It's going," he sighed, "nothing like the smell of cooking grease on a beautiful Sunday afternoon."

"Right," I chuckled.

"The usual?"

I nodded, reminded of just how often I came in here.

"And can you add a Philly cheesesteak combo to that with a Sprite? To go, please."

"Yes sir," he nodded, scribbling on his notepad, "I'll go put that in for you right now."

"Thank you."