Escape | A.I.

01

I'm already getting impatient with this dude. When I say I want my money now, I want it now no funny business.

"Where the fuck is my money Drew?!" I shouted raising my gun at him. Don't worry, I don't kill, I only threaten my client with violent weapons. Like my friend here Colt M1911 (type of pistol).

"Trix I'm afraid I'm a little short" he takes deep breath in.

"Oh man" I paused shuffling more towards him, "Drew, I was hoping not to kill anyone today" I sighed. I cocked my pistol and put the gun to his head.

"No please I have a wife and a baby on its way. Please I need to be here with her" He pleaded on his knees.

"When I say I want my money Drew I want it! Not some sob story" I spit back, but I did feel a little bad for him, just a tad.

"I will pay you tomorrow, I'll even give you a little bit extra, please please! I'm begging you Trix" he begged. Bingo, it always work.

"Okay fine, but no later than tomorrow morning Drew" I demanded. I took my gun away from his head and put it back in my holster I brought with me.

"Really? Oh god thank you Trix" he said holding out his hand. I laughed at him to think he thinks we're friends or acquaintances. The only friends I have is me, myself, and I

I laugh and walked towards the door. I see the picture along the wall of his weddings pictures and his family. Why would you need weed, when you ready have a perfect life? I don't get it.

"You're a very lucky man Drew. You better take good care of that baby when it comes" I informed him opening the door. At least we need one good father in this world.

"I will, thank you again Trix" he smiled and thanked me again. I nodded and headed towards my black, with a blue stripe, mustang.(a/n if you thought I was going to say pink and black, you are so stereo typical).

I sped away, thinking of what Amair is going to do with me since I don't have his money today. Maybe I'll just tell him that Drew wanted to give us extra tomorrow because that was the best weed he ever smoked. Especially, since it was bags and bags of weed he bought.

I didn't really introduce me properly but I'm Beatrix Lee. And yes I'm a drug dealer. I tell my clients that my name is Trix because it sounds more bad ass than Beatrix. Plus it's a short nickname.

I'm 19 and I dropped out of high school junior year to run away, but that's none of your business. Yes, I'm young to be dealing but I'm the best girl dealer in Miami, how about that?

I started dealing drugs when I was 17, but those were small compared to now. I know all the ropes in dealing and I know when it's the real deal. I go alone because I have trust issues with partners. Don't you watch those movies where it was always the partner who was going against them the whole time? Yeah I don't want that happening to me so I chose not to have one.

Amair is my boss. He is one of the biggest drug dealers in the whole world. Luckily, I'm working for him and he taught me the secrets. He's about 30 years old and still going. He looks old for his age but I'm convinced it was just the nicotine that did that to him.

I drove to the warehouse where all the business begins. I knock on the door and the little slot slides open. Ralph looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Open the fucking door Ralph" I spit getting irritated.

"Calm down Beatrix, I'm just teasing" he barked. To everyone else who is employed to Amair, they think of me as a little kitten and a little toy, but I'm most defiantly not.

He unlocks the door and opens it. I walk through the door with my black combat boots clicking the ground. I go down the long and empty hallway, with cement walls. I look up and see Amair looking me up and down searching for you know what.