her gang of friends, including Chloe. If you can manage that then you should be fine. I don’t want you turnin’ into a skank like my sister, you got that? It’s rough out here.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know it by the way you’re flossin’,” I responded sarcastically.
“What can I say? The Oxy and coke markets are good. Especially now those Oxyballs have gotten so popular. I try to stay from that Bath Salt crap—too much weird psycho shit I’ve seen people do when they are on it…but I got help and I am not runnin’ this organization alone.”
“No doubt you gotta give McGee a cut?”
“Well, you know how it is? The more things change, the more they stay the fuckin’ same.”
“You can say that again,” another male voice said and when I turned its way, the face and body I saw took my breath away.
F inn heard her voice from the moment she’d entered the residence he and Dylan co-owned together but he was frozen in place. Recently dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and short sleeved black-patterned flannel shirt, he wasn’t sure he was ready to see her again.
It wasn’t like anything had changed. Hell, it had been four goddamn years and nothing had changed for him. They were both older now—he was twenty-four and she was almost twenty—but other than that, he could tell from the sound of her voice she was still the same person. They had history and although it only seemed like yesterday when he and his mother had moved over from Northern Ireland, he and Dylan were still best friends and thick as thieves. That included running their lucrative drug trade of Oxycontin or “Blue” as it was known on the street and cocaine.
The two drugs were a powerful combination and most people trusted Oxy more than they did heroin because at least they knew what potency level they were getting. None of the guess work as they had beginners, intermediate and advanced they sold—according to the strength of the milligram—and a cousin who had a connection courtesy of being a drug rep for one of the most profitable companies in the country.
On the coke side, they had a sweet Dominican connection thanks to Dylan’s girlfriend who was half through her mother’s side while her father was a guinea but she was cool people. However, something told him she and Evie were not gonna get along.
Finbar Reilly—though everyone called him Finn—walked down the stairs and caught Dylan and Evie in a compromising position indeed. Everyone pretended not to know, though it was pretty much an open family secret, they’d had an affair after his mother had sent him back to Ireland after the incident four years ago. By the time he’d come back, the damage had been done and there was nothing left. Decisions had already been made and Evie was long gone, called back to L.A. by her parents.
Finn was a good looking guy and although he and Dylan could have passed for brothers with their identical tall, lean figures, matching complexions and accents that were damn near identical, Finn had blondish-brown hair and crystal blue eyes with perfect Irish features including a straight Roman nose, cheekbones most women would kill for and sensual slightly-full lips.
Once again he found himself mesmerized in the beauty that was Evie. Although she could dye her hair any color she wanted, she preferred honey-blonde with flaxen high-lights. Her eyes were definitely her most arresting trait for they were gray with blue striations one only noticed in certain lighting. She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion and the body that went with the face was no less than amazing.
She was slender with just the right amount of tits and ass, firm thighs and flat stomach. He had never liked super-skinny chicks and at a size six, she was perfect as far as he was concerned.
Before he could stop himself, Finn said something but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember once she looked in his direction. She moved Dylan to the side and
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