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Tommys POV:
I could feel her hands gliding down my bare chest, her breath husky in my ear. My thin blanket was pulled away, and she climbed on top of me, grinding down on me and waking every other part of my sleeping body. Instinctively, I brought my hands to her hips, my fingers digging into the bare skin I found there.
Half awake, my eyes not even open, I let out a low moan and she moved against me. I felt her fingers on the waistband of the boxers I was sleeping in and finally opened my eyes.
At first, I thought that Ellie had just snuck her way into my dreams as she did every night, and nothing I was physically feeling was real. And then I saw the dark hair and plump red lips, that didn't belong to my girl but to someone else entirely.
"What the fuck?" I muttered almost incoherently as I shoved the girl away from me and onto the cold, concrete floor.
"Ow!" the girl shrieked as she scrambled to her feet. "What the hell was that for?"
"Who are you and why are you in my room?" I demanded quickly, jumping to my feet- all modesty thrown out the window as my boxers clung to my excited form.
"Juggs sent me. I was supposed to be a surprise. What's the matter? You're clearly into tits," she said, nodding down at the rise in my boxer briefs.
"But I'm not into trash," I said harshly as I pulled on the jeans that lay crumbled on the floor at the bottom of my bed. "Get the fuck out of here!" I commanded as I nodded toward the door.
The girl grabbed her discarded clothing from a pile on the floor in just enough time for me to shove her out the door. I followed behind her, noticing Juggs and another Messenger, Dallas, playing a hand of cards at a folding table at the end of the hall.
The girl walked up to Juggs, her shirt and skirt clutched against her bare breasts, her bottom barely covered by the thin lace thong she wore.
"Your friends a real asshole," the girl swore at Juggs.
Dallas laughed and pulled the naked woman into his lap. I ignored them both completely and settled my sights on Juggs.
"What the hell was that?" I commanded angrily.
Juggs laughed like my discomfort was something he found particularly amusing. He was a true scum bag. Even if some of the guys here weren't too bad, the likes of this douche made up for them all.
"Patton thought I should get you a little gift for a job well done at the party last week. Thought to myself, 'What would Jimmy boy like?' And then, I asked, 'What do you all guys like?'" He snapped his fingers in exaggeration. "And then it came to me. Pussy." He explained with a sadistic smile.
"Keep your sluts to yourself, Juggs. I don't want any part in it." I commanded as I turned on my bare heel and stalked back to my room, slamming the door behind me. But not before I heard the bastard call out:
"Don't say I've never given you anything!"
I scoffed in disgust as I jumped back into my bed and under the thin blanket.
Yeah, I thought. Because the one thing I've always wanted in my life was an STD from a dirty whore.
Chibbs POV:
It'd been two weeks since we heard from the boy, and I finally convinced Tig that we needed to pull him out- Mission be damned.
We'd pull him out and then if I had any say, we'd get him as far away from here as we possibly could: For his protection and my peace of mind.
I'll tell you one thing: I'm too old for this shite.
I was just pulling up to the garage when I heard my phone ring. I pulled my leather glove off of my hand with my teeth before I climbed from the bike and answered the call.
"Yeah?" I answered quickly as I walked toward the main office.
"Tig around?" I heard Tommy reply.
A breath of relief escaped me and I stopped walking to sit at a picnic bench in the center of the lot.
"Where the hell you been?" I replied instead of acknowledging his request for Tig.
"I lost my phone a couple weeks ago. I haven't had the chance to reach a phone in private before today. But they're trusting me more, giving me more leeway- Letting me finally go out on my own."
"So you're getting close then?"
"Yeah."
"You said they're letting you go out on your own now?" I inquired as an idea popped into my head.
"Yeah," he repeated.
"Get them to assign you to the bar district tonight. I'll get you a phone. Just be at Mikey's Grille at 10 p.m"
"I'll do my best," Tommy answered quickly before hanging up the phone without another word.
Tommys POV:
"What can I do for you, Son?" Patton asked from behind his oversized desk as I walked into an office that looked far too fancy to be part of a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
I sat in a chair on the opposite side of his desk as he pulled out a cigarette and held it between his teeth. Patton held the open pack out to me and I reached forward, gripping a smoke between my fingers. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and lit the cig, as Patton did the same with his.
"Heard you wanted to give me a present," I started with a thin smile. "While I appreciate the thought, I'm not much into random hookups. Born and bred good Christian boy over here," I joked.
Patton laughed and ashed his cigarette in the black plastic ash tray in front of him.
"So I've heard," he chuckled.
"But there is something you can do for me," I continued cautiously.
"What's that?"
"I'd like more responsibility, Sir. I don't know what else I have to do to prove to you guys that you can trust me, and that I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't know, boy. What's to say you won't steal my stash and take off into the sunset on that pretty bike of yours? Truth of the matter is, we're all criminals. Ain't none of us the trusting kind."
"Let me prove it to you then," I urged. "Let me do the bar scene tonight. Alone. I won't take anymore product than you're willing to trust me with. And if I fuck you over, Patton, I swear to God, I'll tie myself down so you can beat me yourself."
Patton looked thoughtful as he leaned back against his chair. He pulled in another puff of smoke and exhaled, before standing and walking to the framed picture behind his desk. He opened up the picture, like you see in the movies and on TV, and behind it was a digital safe. He pressed his palm against the screen and the safe beeped before opening. It all seemed a little high tech for a drug dealer, but what the hell did I know?
Patton pulled out a bag of smaller bags of coke, a bag of pills and a larger bag of pot.
"Pick your poison," he instructed.
I thought about the bar scene and what would sell better in the area- Because whatever I chose, I would have to sell it. There was no way around that, no matter how wrong or illegal it was.
I grabbed the gallon-sized bag of weed. Patton laughed at my choice and reached back into the safe, pulling out a digital scale.
"There's baggies in the kitchen. Didn't get a chance to sort that out yet. But you got it, right?"
"Yes, Sir," I agreed as I stood to my feet with the product in my hands.
"Don't let me down, boy," he said as I walked to the door.
I turned my head back around and offered him a nod and a smile.
Hopefully I wouldn't let anyone down. At least not today.