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the back door.
    Her
highness snaps her fingers twice and commands. “Get away from the goods. He may
trust a little junkie like you, but I sure as hell don’t.”
    Realizing
Lourdes is speaking to me I tear my eyes away from the backdoor and look back
at her. Her dark blue eyes are narrowed in and disgust rolls through the heated
look she stabs at me. Rich, little, overindulged, nasty
fucking bitch .  Biting back all the comebacks rolling around in
my brain, I obey the queen just like a good peasant. Bowing my head slightly, I
slink back to my meager seating while keeping my eyes averted.
    “So
you’re Rad’s newest…” She pauses and I glance up, noticing an evil smile
crossing her lips as she forces out what she decides to title me. “Thing?”
    “Yes,”
is all I say, looking back in the direction Russ has gone.
    She
crosses her too thin arms over her chest and stares me down. “Well, keep your
sticky hands off the merchandise, or you will answer to me. Understand?”
    My
eyes lock onto hers. A clear message is being sent that I won’t be tolerated if
I fuck up once. I nod. She twists around and strolls over toward the stacks of
cash before turning around facing me again.
    “There
is only one thing you need to remember about this place and your role while
visiting. I am in charge. No new meat can or will control a damn thing
here. Rad may be comfortable bringing you in, but I am absolutely opposed. You
should consider yourself an unwelcome guest in my house.” Word sparring
with Lourdes will only get me booted out so I offer another curt nod instead.
    “Good.”
She strokes a fingernail over one of the rusty barrels of a sawed off shotgun
making a sound that reminds me of nails on a chalkboard and I shudder. “I’m
glad you understand your place. Believe me when I tell you that I do not mind
getting my hands dirty.” She arches an eyebrow at me as she taps her fingernail
on the firearm. Message received .
    Wise
strolls in through the back door carrying a large box. Decks, Russ and a couple
of minions, all salivating at the mouth, trail behind him with their own boxes.
Dropping them on floor, they pop the tops and pull out large bundles of uncut
drugs. I glance at Russ as he pulls out what looks like four, large cellophane
wrapped packages of cocaine. Shaking his head, he stifles a big shit-eating
grin before he stacks it on top of the table.
    Clearly,
Lourdes is a transporter for some of their shipments. While her two small
children run around the room, carefree and happy, as little ones should be, I
fight against the growing hatred burning in the pit of my stomach watching as
their mother and uncle continue on, not caring about how fucked up this scene
is.
    Nothing
would please me more than to call child protective services on this bitch’s ass
right this very minute. But doing that will shut down this shit hole for maybe
one day, just to have a new one spring up the very next. By the looks of
Mommy-dearest, she has more than enough money to buy her way out of a CPS
investigation. And probably any legal situation she could land her stupid ass
in.
    “Split
it all down and move it along to your guys on the streets tonight. We have
another fairly large shipment coming in soon, but I want this shit gone first,”
Lourdes orders while the guys just nod and continue busying themselves with
unpacking. “The weed sales have been amazing with the possibility of
some of the states deciding to make marijuana legal soon, but the coke sales
are stalling.” She pauses to glance over at me before turning toward her
brother. “ Decks, take Rad down to the university and
do whatever it takes to make sure your contact pushes the shit.”
    “Yes,
mother,” Decks replies, leaning over the four additional rows of drugs.
    “Fucking
college bastards moving toward this new risky drug makes no damn sense to me.
How the hell are they supposed to stay up all night and study for goddamn finals
if they’re using that