Desirable

~31. Bruiser, baby.

"So what did you need me for?" 

Clem slumps down in the comfy passenger seat at the front of the RV, hugging her knees and chewing on her nails as she stares out the window. Her mind was occupied with the recent event involving her boyfriend. She felt terribly bad about what she'd done. The memory of his upset face and the way his brown eyes were full of hurt - haunted her.

Bruiser's alluring green eyes were fixated on the road ahead as he drove the large vehicle confidently. 

He's lived in it for most of his drug-selling life. He much preferred living in a house, however it would be very impractical when travelling a lot for business purposes. The white caravan was quite messy with various papers scattered on the little booth dining table, cigarette filters and lighters dotted around randomly, a large stash of money in a safe inside his cupboard next to the fridge. The shelf above the counter in the small kitchen was full of weed pouches and other substances that he sold. Thinking about that shelf made Clem shiver. 

"I need you to pick up a payment for me."

Clem turns her head and looks at the man beside her a few feet away, her defined eyebrows slightly furrowed. 

"You said it wasn't about drugs!" she raises her voice and sits up straight in the dirty-orange coloured seat. 

Bruiser takes a couple of seconds to reply before he shrugs, eyes still on the road and his voice unbothered by her. 

"I lied."

Clem groans and slumps back down, her arms crossed and she stares out of the large windscreen of the RV. It was too late to argue now, they were in the car and on the way to a client. 

"Fine, whatever. Who is it?" she rolls her eyes and glances at Bruiser before looking back out at the road, watching smaller vehicles pass by. 

"Ethan Wright. Go get the notepad, there's info on him in there." he sticks his thumb out in the general direction behind him then returns his hand to the steering wheel. 

"Where is it?" 

"Should be on the counter next to the sink." 

Clementine gets up and makes her way to the middle of the RV, where the built-in kitchen is. Noticing the pale brown notebook, she snatches it and flips through the busy pages. Written on the paper were several lists of names and numbers, money amounts and ticks and crosses and scribbles out. The scribbles were a bad sign. Some of the names she scanned over were ones that she recognised from her time as a co-dealer with Bruiser. 

She snaps the book closed and looks ahead at a portrait-sized corkboard. More papers, notes and reminders were pinned there but Clem's attention caught on to a few photographs that were pinned on the side. 

One was of Bruiser and Mason back when they were close friends; the guys were slouched on a two-seater sofa, next to each other. Big smiles were on their faces and Mason had his arm around his favourite dealer. The room they were in was dimly lit but the camera had a flash, so it ended up being a clear shot. Clem had to be honest, the two men looked gorgeous in the picture. 

Another picture, which caught her attention the most, was a photograph of her and Bruiser. The two were stood outside of his RV, Clem had a hand on his chest and he had an arm resting around her waist. He was smiling and so was she, but hers was smaller and her eyes weren't connected to the camera. Instead, her eyes were glancing to the left. She can't help the smile that creeps on to her face at the sight of the picture. 

"Hey, you found it yet?"

Clem walks back to the passenger seat and sits down comfortably, she begins flipping through the pages. On the last page that had writing on, she spots the client's name.