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dealer's address from the junkie and I'm on my way there right now.” I had no choice but to lie to Damon. I had to give myself a little time to figure out my next move.
“Why is it taking so fucking long? You should have already flayed that drug bastard yesterday.”
I couldn't tell him that I had taken Erica home with me. He wouldn't understand. “The junkie took a little longer than usual to get the information out.”
“Keep me posted, Brody. I want this mess cleaned up and I want it done now.”
“Yes, sir.” I threw my phone into the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel, clenching my teeth. I needed to find that drug dealer and fast. But first I needed to check on Erica. I didn't want her to dying on me in my fucking bedroom.
I got back to my apartment with some burgers and fries. She needed some solid food in her. I knocked on the door before opening it. Erica was still chained to the bed right where I left her. Her skin was slick with sweat and her legs were shaking. A pool of vomit puddled on the floor. I'd have to change the sheets tonight. She opened her eyes slowly and realized it was me.
“Give me the fucking drugs, Brody. I need them right now.” The desire in her eyes was unmistakable. She'd do anything right now for a fix.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping my distance. Her nails were long and she could do some serious damage. “Your dealer skipped town, Erica. Tell me where he went and I'll get you the drugs.”
Erica sank back into the bed, slowly whispering to herself, “You told me you would get me the drugs. You told me you would get me drugs.” Her eyes darted back and forth across the room.
I raised my voice. “Tell me where your dealer went and I'll get you your drugs.”
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “I have no idea. I only knew the one place. Now please give me something. I can't take much more of this.”
I was at a dead end. It could take me weeks to find that cockroach of a dealer. The Kelly brothers wouldn't like this. Just because I grew up with them didn't protect me from their extreme punishments. I could lose a hand for this. Literally.
I set the bag of fast food down on the nightstand next to Erica. “Where the fuck are you going?” she demanded. If only I could fuck her to shut the bitch up. Erica's blouse was dark with sweat and her erect nipples were poking through. The stiffness in my pants was ordering me to fuck her and get her addicted to my cock. Erica was chained to my bed and it wouldn't be hard to take her. It might make both of us feel better. But she wasn't in any condition for sex. And I needed to clear my head.
I left the room to Erica throwing every curse word known to man at me. She was going to have to beat this addiction or die trying.
I leaned against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the ground in the hallway. What was I going to do with Erica? She shouldn't even be here right now. Why was I being such a do-gooder. That wasn't me. That wasn't the Brody that beat this shit out of people for a living. With any other person, I'd have thrown them away the second I got the information.
But Erica was different. I wanted to save her. Save her from herself. But my honor was going to get us both killed.
Erica
Days passed as I came in and out of consciousness. I thought I was going to die at every moment. But Brody was there to keep my straight.
I could barely keep down the tacos that Brody brought me. I was so hungry but the withdrawals were kicking my ass. They weren't as bad as the night before but I didn't know how I was going to make it out of this alive.
That night, the aching and shaking subsided and I was able to get some real sleep. The next morning, I woke up feeling almost normal again. Almost. The overwhelming need for heroin was still there but it was somewhat more manageable. I had thrown away my life for a drug and now was the time
“Why is it taking so fucking long? You should have already flayed that drug bastard yesterday.”
I couldn't tell him that I had taken Erica home with me. He wouldn't understand. “The junkie took a little longer than usual to get the information out.”
“Keep me posted, Brody. I want this mess cleaned up and I want it done now.”
“Yes, sir.” I threw my phone into the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel, clenching my teeth. I needed to find that drug dealer and fast. But first I needed to check on Erica. I didn't want her to dying on me in my fucking bedroom.
I got back to my apartment with some burgers and fries. She needed some solid food in her. I knocked on the door before opening it. Erica was still chained to the bed right where I left her. Her skin was slick with sweat and her legs were shaking. A pool of vomit puddled on the floor. I'd have to change the sheets tonight. She opened her eyes slowly and realized it was me.
“Give me the fucking drugs, Brody. I need them right now.” The desire in her eyes was unmistakable. She'd do anything right now for a fix.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping my distance. Her nails were long and she could do some serious damage. “Your dealer skipped town, Erica. Tell me where he went and I'll get you the drugs.”
Erica sank back into the bed, slowly whispering to herself, “You told me you would get me the drugs. You told me you would get me drugs.” Her eyes darted back and forth across the room.
I raised my voice. “Tell me where your dealer went and I'll get you your drugs.”
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “I have no idea. I only knew the one place. Now please give me something. I can't take much more of this.”
I was at a dead end. It could take me weeks to find that cockroach of a dealer. The Kelly brothers wouldn't like this. Just because I grew up with them didn't protect me from their extreme punishments. I could lose a hand for this. Literally.
I set the bag of fast food down on the nightstand next to Erica. “Where the fuck are you going?” she demanded. If only I could fuck her to shut the bitch up. Erica's blouse was dark with sweat and her erect nipples were poking through. The stiffness in my pants was ordering me to fuck her and get her addicted to my cock. Erica was chained to my bed and it wouldn't be hard to take her. It might make both of us feel better. But she wasn't in any condition for sex. And I needed to clear my head.
I left the room to Erica throwing every curse word known to man at me. She was going to have to beat this addiction or die trying.
I leaned against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the ground in the hallway. What was I going to do with Erica? She shouldn't even be here right now. Why was I being such a do-gooder. That wasn't me. That wasn't the Brody that beat this shit out of people for a living. With any other person, I'd have thrown them away the second I got the information.
But Erica was different. I wanted to save her. Save her from herself. But my honor was going to get us both killed.
Erica
Days passed as I came in and out of consciousness. I thought I was going to die at every moment. But Brody was there to keep my straight.
I could barely keep down the tacos that Brody brought me. I was so hungry but the withdrawals were kicking my ass. They weren't as bad as the night before but I didn't know how I was going to make it out of this alive.
That night, the aching and shaking subsided and I was able to get some real sleep. The next morning, I woke up feeling almost normal again. Almost. The overwhelming need for heroin was still there but it was somewhat more manageable. I had thrown away my life for a drug and now was the time
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