Chapter 15
“S o, you’re still talking to the daughter like I told you to?
My eyes jerked up to meet my son’s across the dimly lit folding table in the trailer where we lived.
Using a razor I worked on cutting more cocaine into portions on the mirror I had laid out. I smirked, lining up the scale and mini bags to portion everything out. Jackson was squirming, clearly uncomfortable.
Pussy .
“Yes. But I’m not getting anywhere. She keeps saying she doesn’t feel that way about me. I can’t keep doing this. Her mom hangs out with cops. Her stepdad used to be a cop.”
“Her fucking stepdad got what was coming to him. Should have taken out that fucking Marshall and his old lady too.”
I’d sold to one of their victims, Larry, while he’d been local. He’d been one of my best customers and I was still pissed at the loss of a client.
Jackson quieted and I stared up at him.
“Unless you’re ready to work these streets you’ll keep doing what I fucking tell you. You know the consequences if you don’t.”
Jackson glared at me. Fucking brat thought he was better than this. Better than us. I don’t know why I hadn’t gotten rid of him long before now.
“I just need to hear about the bitches’ father. The comings and goings. Keep trying. Or maybe I send one of the other guys to find her when she’s alone? Do the job for you?” I shook a baggie, closing it, before leaning over the table and glaring up at him.
“I bet Chuck or Mike would like a job. A young thing like that-“
“I’ve got this!” He practically shouted. “Don’t get them involved.”
Too easy.
“Keep in line then.” I grunted, watching him nod and slam out of the trailer.
I cut another line with shaky hands and bent to snort it myself.
Ahh. Clarity.