Partners In Crime // Carl Gallagher (COMPLETED)

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A couple of days had passed and Missy was making G-Dog more money than ever, she had a way with people. She was so good that he called her and Carl to his car too early on a Friday morning. "I have a job for you two. It's risky, it's huge and my guy that was supposed to do it was shot" he began, before he could even finish, Missy jumped in saying they'd take it. She didn't care about the risk, she just wanted to be trusted by him to start earning the real money that came with the "game" of dealing. 

"Okay, well I have a little over twenty bags of heroin to go up to Michigan by tomorrow night" he said as Missy nodded along with him, making mental notes of the jokes. "Do you think you two can handle it ?" he asked as she smirked. "That's light work" she said confidently as Carl titled his head. "You trust me ?" he asked as the man infront of him shrugged. "You're fucking up orders, Missy's getting me more customers so you'll go with her and I can see if you can be trusted. I'll have men watching you two" he said as the pair nodded and got out. This was exciting but scary, the reality was they were just two fourteen year olds trying to be adults. 

"I still can't believe you're one of G's top corner boys" he cursed under his breath as she smacked on the shoulder. "Sorry, I meant best and only corner girl" he said in a monotone voice as she sighed before running a hand through her hair. "We can't fuck up this order tomorrow" she whispered as he took a seat next to her and nodded. "We're not trying to end up like the other guy who was supposed to take this job" he whispered back, she had no fear but he was the opposite, anything could happen.

Midday the next day rolled around quickly, she'd been awake most of the night plotting, this had to go the way they wanted, there was no plan B. "Carl, come on" she shouted once she more or less kicked the back door opened, it wasn't intentional, she just wanted to get things over with. "Heya Missy, my old pal, you think you could give a bag to your old second father, Carl said he'd have to ask your first but I know you'll say yes. I raised you when your old man was in the can" Frank said with his hand out like Oliver Twist which she instantly swatted away. "Absolutely fucking not, you didn't raise me, you didn't raise your own kids, find someone else to scrounge from" she spat as Carl stood up and they exited through the front door. The first thing she saw was Chucky standing next to her bike holding a baseball mitt. "What the fuck" she hissed to her partner in crime as he sighed. "He's going to get the drugs to Michigan" he said, he sounded afraid and he was, just not by the job this time, by he potential reaction. "Franks idea ?" she asked, trying to keep calm as the boy nodded. "Fine, I'll go with it but you make big decisions like this without me again and I'll break your fucking neck" she said coldly as he stood there for a couple of seconds in shock. "Is this what it's like being married to you ?" he asked but she ignored him and pulled him into the old van the Gallagher's had parked outside of their house.

"I thought me and Uncle Carl were playing catch" he asked innocently as she sighed, he was obviously yet to be debriefed. "You were but not anymore, caught is not something you're going to want to be today"
she said as Carl got the duct tape from it me of the compartments in the car. "We have to be smart about this" she whispered to the boys. "Chucky, we're taping these bags of sugar to you, okay ? You tell no one it has to be a secret if you do then-then I'll shoot you. You're our slave remember, we text, you run" she continued to whisper as Carl began taping the bags to Chucky's stomach. "Where are we going ? Why are we taping sugar to my stomach ?" the boy asked with his arms up, Missy told him that they were going to Disneyland and Carl told him that he'd tape a tyre to his stomach and set it on fire if he didn't shut up.

Once they were ready to go, the trio got on the motorcycle and Missy began the drive. "I explained our plan to Frank" Carl whispered into her ear since he was sitting behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. "Why am I not surprised? G-Dogs right, you can't be trusted" she said while turning her whole body around so he could feel her rage but all it did was make the bike swerve. "Eyes on the road. I'm not sorry about it, Frank knows about drugs and stuff, he gave us a few Pitt-stop places" he said, trying to justify it but she threw her head back and laughed. "Frank is the same man who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get his own way. We didn't give him any drugs, he called DCFS on your family's ass so who says he won't call the DEA on us as revenge" she shouted, it made Carl think but he didn't say anything, they just kept driving.