The Drug Dealer

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Ashton Irwin didn't ask for this life. He just needed money. He needed a home because he was living in a box for Christ's sake. That's when he met Double M. That's also when he got sent to jail.

Flashback, Ashton's P.O.V

I'm fucking freezing my balls off waiting for Double M. He's telling me he can get me to become a bigger dealer. Meaning I'll actually have an apartment. I'll actually be able to eat more than twice a week.

I hear a cough in the distance which was the code that him and I discused. I cough back and I hear him chuckle.

His face comes into the light and he's wearing a huge winter coat. Lucky.

He takes it off and hands it to me."Keep it. You deserve it for all you've done for me, kid." His voice is deep and gruff. Intimidating.

I slowly take the heavy coat out of his hands and set it on my lap. The guy sits down on another box and puts a briefcase on his lap.

"You got the money?"

"You got the shit?"

I open my jacket to show him a stash of all types of drugs taped to the inside. He let's out a deep laugh.

"What?" I ask him, slowly closing my jacket and standing up.

"C'mon out." I feel cold metal clasp around my wrists and I gasp.

"You fucker! All I wanted was a good life and now I'm in fucking prison! Fuck you!" I shout as I'm dragged away. Busted.

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