Drug Lord

× Chapter 3 ×

I had called in today to go meet Harry's friend. I figured this was going to take more than an hour to get things sorted out. I took a bus to the southern part of town that I had used to live in as a kid. Before Harry or I knew anything beyond school and work. 

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I didn't know who I was going to end up meeting and how it would go. I didn't know the first thing about slinging or gangs. I was still a cherryboy when it came to that. How do I approach this? 

 The driver stopped a mile away from the middle of the four major neighborhoods that were known for gang related activity. Not even cops bothered to come down here, either out of fear or frustration that the crimes were relentless. One after another to be solved. 

I kept my head down until I reached the small 7/11 gas station stuffed in between two buildings. I walked in and casually looked around, waiting for the cashier and his customer to finish their conversation. It was dingy and cluttered here. I pretended to look around and when the customer left I was hesitant to approach the man at the register. I began rehearsing what I was going to say.

Before I could think of my next move he called out to me, "Whats up man? What are you looking for today?"

I shrugged, "I'm not really look for something I came by to see someone, Chang? Does he still work here?"

He paused and looked me up and down. "Who's asking?"

"Zayn."

"Zayn who?"

"Zayn Malik I'm a friend of Harry's. He told me he worked with him and he had some business to discuss."

"I'm Chang and I dont know what you're talking about. I got this business handled here all good." He gestured to the store.

"I see that but this isn't the business I was referring to." I pressed furthur.

"Listen pal I don't know what other businesses he had, I just worked with him." He paused before continuing, "So can I help with you anything else?" And just like that I knew my presence wasn't welcomed. 

"No, thank you." I pulled my hoodie on and started towards the door. 

"Alright. You have a good one." 

I didn't look like a gang member or the least bit intimidating. I was young and of average stature I can tell he didn't take me seriously. Maybe he was even a little suspicious of me. I decided I'd pay him a visit in his element. The apartments. Where he can feel more secure of discussing touchier subjects.

I walked out of the store making no eye contact with him.

So I waited until the 7/11 closed and hung out around the corner of the apartments Harry told me about. I waited another hour or so and then proceeded to look for Apt. 118B. When I found it my legs went numb. What if I spook this guy and he does something to me. I reached my fist hesitantly to the door to knock. 

The door swung open and I was face to face with Chang, a blunt in his mouth. "Get your ass in here." 

He shoved me inside and chuckled, "It took you long enough to grow some balls and get here." 

What? What the hell is going on? This person was completely different from the one I saw a couple hours ago. My head is spinning. 

"My boys spotted you lurking. We got eyes everywhere." 

"That's not intimidating at all." I nervously laughed. I sat on the couch across from him and he pulled out a duffle bag from beside him. 

"Get used to it." He took a puff and gestured for me to take it from him. I shook my head, "My job drug tests."