time.
“Fuck off!” someone yelled from inside.
“I— ” Ava started to shout back, but hesitated. What should she say? ‘Special delivery’ seemed somehow entirely inappropriate. She banged again on the door. “Hook sent me,” she replied and held her breath.
As she stood in front of the door, she realized that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. It wasn’t exactly bulletproof.
She glanced around nervously. There were cars here and there throughout the neighborhood, but no one out and about. No dogs, either. She raised her hand to knock again.
Before she could, the door swung open. A tall, thin guy with a scraggly beard and matching hair blinked out at her. He squinted, then smiled at her.
“Heeey,” he drawled.
Ava glared at him. She slid the pack down her arm and swung it at him. It hit his chest with a light thud.
“You’re supposed to take this,” she informed him. “And... and...” She glanced around again. This time she lowered her voice, “And give me the money.”
He sniffed and looked down at the dingy backpack. “Well, come inside.”
Ava frowned at him and bit her lower lip.
He rubbed the back of his head lazily. “I don’t keep it all in one place, baby girl,” he told her. “I need some time to get it.”
Ava bristled. “I don’t have time!” she snapped. “I need it now!”
He grinned at her. “You need something now. That’s for sure.” He opened the door wider. “Come on in. Hang out.”
Ava didn’t want to, but she realized that this guy needed supervision. If she let him take the pack without giving her the money, she might be here for a long, long time. Too long. Or, she thought with a shudder, he might take the pack and then just lock the door.
Reluctantly, she stepped inside the darkened house.
Once inside, he closed the door after her and locked it. When she looked up at him questioningly, he merely shrugged and grinned. “Can’t be too careful,” he told her.
Thankfully, he wandered away, toward the kitchen off to the right.
Ava hovered near the door, prepared to bolt if she had to. If she didn’t get the money, though, could she risk going back to the warehouse empty handed? Maybe it was better to go the police.
Ava chewed her lower lip nervously as she considered it. The problem was, only a few Buzzards were even at the warehouse. She wasn’t sure just how big the MC was, but she knew it was fairly large, having seen them riding as a group around town occasionally. So what if RCPD arrested just those few? There were still a ton more, and who was to say that Hook (or even Clint—dirty asshole) wouldn’t send some guys to her house in retribution?
She glanced worriedly into the kitchen again. She needed this to happen. Fast. Not making the delivery simply wasn’t an option.
In the dim light, despite the dark sheets hung over all the windows in place of actual curtains, she could make out the messy kitchen table. There were baggies strewn all over it and even a scale in the middle of the flat surface.
She stifled a groan. She couldn’t even be surprised, really. She’d known she wasn’t delivering Girl Scout cookies.
Ava watched in horror as he opened the pack and pulled out a huge block, saran-wrapped. The glint of green through the clear plastic was unmistakable. She had just delivered a block, or a ‘brick’ she supposed, of weed.
Make that two, she realized, as he pulled out a second.
Ava shuddered. If she’d been pulled over, or been tagged by that SUV, where would she be right now? Handcuffed and waiting for Pop and Adam to bail her out, that’s where. Would they, even? Or would they leave her in jail indefinitely to teach her a lesson?
She watched as he rifled through cabinets, drawers, and even the damn refrigerator, gathering up wads of cash. He grinned at her. “Green for green,” he told her.
Ava couldn’t manage a smile.
He counted, slowly, as she danced back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I’ve got to
“Fuck off!” someone yelled from inside.
“I— ” Ava started to shout back, but hesitated. What should she say? ‘Special delivery’ seemed somehow entirely inappropriate. She banged again on the door. “Hook sent me,” she replied and held her breath.
As she stood in front of the door, she realized that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. It wasn’t exactly bulletproof.
She glanced around nervously. There were cars here and there throughout the neighborhood, but no one out and about. No dogs, either. She raised her hand to knock again.
Before she could, the door swung open. A tall, thin guy with a scraggly beard and matching hair blinked out at her. He squinted, then smiled at her.
“Heeey,” he drawled.
Ava glared at him. She slid the pack down her arm and swung it at him. It hit his chest with a light thud.
“You’re supposed to take this,” she informed him. “And... and...” She glanced around again. This time she lowered her voice, “And give me the money.”
He sniffed and looked down at the dingy backpack. “Well, come inside.”
Ava frowned at him and bit her lower lip.
He rubbed the back of his head lazily. “I don’t keep it all in one place, baby girl,” he told her. “I need some time to get it.”
Ava bristled. “I don’t have time!” she snapped. “I need it now!”
He grinned at her. “You need something now. That’s for sure.” He opened the door wider. “Come on in. Hang out.”
Ava didn’t want to, but she realized that this guy needed supervision. If she let him take the pack without giving her the money, she might be here for a long, long time. Too long. Or, she thought with a shudder, he might take the pack and then just lock the door.
Reluctantly, she stepped inside the darkened house.
Once inside, he closed the door after her and locked it. When she looked up at him questioningly, he merely shrugged and grinned. “Can’t be too careful,” he told her.
Thankfully, he wandered away, toward the kitchen off to the right.
Ava hovered near the door, prepared to bolt if she had to. If she didn’t get the money, though, could she risk going back to the warehouse empty handed? Maybe it was better to go the police.
Ava chewed her lower lip nervously as she considered it. The problem was, only a few Buzzards were even at the warehouse. She wasn’t sure just how big the MC was, but she knew it was fairly large, having seen them riding as a group around town occasionally. So what if RCPD arrested just those few? There were still a ton more, and who was to say that Hook (or even Clint—dirty asshole) wouldn’t send some guys to her house in retribution?
She glanced worriedly into the kitchen again. She needed this to happen. Fast. Not making the delivery simply wasn’t an option.
In the dim light, despite the dark sheets hung over all the windows in place of actual curtains, she could make out the messy kitchen table. There were baggies strewn all over it and even a scale in the middle of the flat surface.
She stifled a groan. She couldn’t even be surprised, really. She’d known she wasn’t delivering Girl Scout cookies.
Ava watched in horror as he opened the pack and pulled out a huge block, saran-wrapped. The glint of green through the clear plastic was unmistakable. She had just delivered a block, or a ‘brick’ she supposed, of weed.
Make that two, she realized, as he pulled out a second.
Ava shuddered. If she’d been pulled over, or been tagged by that SUV, where would she be right now? Handcuffed and waiting for Pop and Adam to bail her out, that’s where. Would they, even? Or would they leave her in jail indefinitely to teach her a lesson?
She watched as he rifled through cabinets, drawers, and even the damn refrigerator, gathering up wads of cash. He grinned at her. “Green for green,” he told her.
Ava couldn’t manage a smile.
He counted, slowly, as she danced back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I’ve got to
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