Pull Me Deep

Peyton Reed

Kyle Morgan

A book landed on top of the counter where Kyle Morgan stood behind in the student library and he grabbed the book, thumbed through the pages until he landed where crumpled bills separated the pages, he slipped the cash into his back pocket as he reached into his bag under the counter, slipping the tiny bag with KM stamped on front in its place, and handed the book back over.

He leaned his forearms on the counter, the library was quiet and mostly dead at this hour, it was a Friday afternoon and most student either didn’t have class or were putting off their studies for the weekend, attending some frat rager or whatever.

And those were his prime customers, college frat boys couldn’t get enough adderall or the high quality kush, and sorority girls loved the purest cocaine and mdma and while outside of school, he rarely dealt with guns or girls, unless it was a deal too good to pass up, he enjoyed the supply and demand of drugs, an empire he had slowly been building since he was a sixteen year old kid, wet behind the ears.

And college had never really been his ideal but it gave him a sense of identity, he got to do what he loved while masking behind a facade of intelligence and he got to be the furthest away from his overbearing parents so he couldn’t complain much.

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Peyton nibbled on her lip as she watched the counter at the library. Her eyes trailed over the guy behind, Kyle. He was said to be the guy to go to if you need anything. But her problem was that she didn't have any money to pay him. He'd already denied helping her once, and she was quite sour about it. But she knew it she didn't at least try to talk him into giving her some help then she was screwed and she'd have to drop a class. And if she dropped any classes she forfeited her scholarship.

The job she did have was a little part time thing and when she did work it was short periods. And the all the money was shoved into things she needed to live or paying off her doctor's bill. Looking down she sighed if only she hadn't been so vane and had to get replacements for her missing boobs. She didn't want anyone knowing she'd had breast cancer so most people just thought she got a boob job. And that there was a bit of compilations so she'd missed a bunch of school for it. Though she knew if anyone really knew her they'd know this was never something she'd wanted. She'd always loved her body, and never wanted to change anything about it, maybe the additional tattoo or piercing.

Sighing as she licked over her lips before decided to get this over with. Standing from her seat she moved around the library and stepping up to the counter. Plastering a smile on her face as she tried not to let the boy before her annoy her. "Hey." She greeted him, before placing her bag on the counter next to her. "So I'm in need of the physics notes, and you're guy to see about it." She knew that he was into more than just selling goods that pertained to college. He was also everyone's supplier. And as annoyed she was at having to deal with this low life, it had to happen.

Kyle looked to the girl standing in front of his counter, Piper or Peyton or something, and a smile almost tugged at his mouth because she had already came to him looking for help on passing the only class they shared but money was the issue, she didn’t have any and he didn’t give anything away for free.

He nodded as he tapped his fingers on the counter.”Haven’t we went through this before? You can’t pay and I can’t supply, that’s not how business transactions work. So.” Kyle did have to give her kudos for having the tenacity for coming to him again after he had already dismissed her once before, he didn’t get that often.

Kyle’s phone alarm began to go off, he slipped it from his pocket, he was off the clock for the weekend. He punched out quickly, logged off his ID on the computer and grabbed his bag from under the counter.”When you have money, don’t be afraid to come see me.”

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Nibbling on her lip she knew it wouldn't pan out the way she wanted, and she knew nothing in the world was free. "How much?" She asked him, knowing that she didn't have the money now but she do what she could to get it. She needed the notes at least. The professor didn't go by the text book, he liked to skip so she needed the notes to know where they were and where to at least start from.

Hearing his price she glared at him, "you're joking me right?" She shook her head. "Knew you were a rip off." She said grabbing her bad and heading off towards the dorms. Even if she was to try and bribe some friends to help out she still wouldn't be able to gather that much cash. She'd just have to find someone else in the class she could pay for the notes. It would be a long shot. As most of the people there either didn't care and would barely pass with a C. Or they'd be in his pocket and no not to work with her.

This was one of the reason why she hated being poor. Her parent's could only support her to a point but then when she was hospitalized things took a nose dive so any money she earned was so she could help them pay off her hospital bills.

Kyle’s only answer to her accusation was a shrug and he watched as she hastily walked away.”You know where to find me Monday through Friday.” He called out to her retreating form as he headed out the opposite doors, he needed to go to his warehouse just outside of the college town and restock for the frat parties that were being held on campus tonight.

He had invested in the warehouse as soon as he turned eighteen and had enough money to expand and really make a name for himself on the streets but when he was on campus, he left the minor business dealings with Beau while he had two other guys he ran with on campus, Sam and Drew, it was easier on him and a little more inconspicuous.

Ad just as now, he sat in an upstairs loft in a three story house on fraternity row, the music was loud, the girls were friendly and he was surrounded by the stench of weed, pills, and white residue stained the table as crumpled dollar bills littered the table as his pockets were full and the glock snug in the waistband of the back of his jeans.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam slipping some senior frat a tiny pack of oxy as the girl to his left yapped on about something he didn’t care.”I think I’ll get a drink.” Kyle said as he briskly stood up, making his exist as he entered the crowded kitchen in search of a beer.

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Peyton groaned as she, was drug into the frat house. Several guys eyes her as she enter the place. She knew that there was only one reason why Meg brought her here. It was to let lose but she didn't understand letting lose wouldn't be happening very easily. Peyton was still a bit to peeve about earlier events. And it wasn't going to help her to dance away her problems. As she wouldn't be drinking.

The music course through her as if it was running through her veins. Even though she wasn't wanting to be here. She'd missed attending parties and letting lose. Of course there was all the people you'd meet. She didn't remember half of them, but the things they did when they were drunk always amused her. But she wasn't in the mood tonight. She would need a shit ton of alcohol to even get her in the mood. But she wouldn't be drinking.

"Come on let's get something to drink." Meg said pulling her towards the kitchen, Peyton rolled her eyes as she'd told her friend time and time again she couldn't drink and the reason why. "Meg." She snapped pushing the cup away from her, not wanting to take the drink from her friend. "Relax its a virgin." She said, smiling. Peyton rolled her eyes before taking the cup placing it to her lips she took a small sip. A small smile forming on her lips, knowing her friend had been listening. And that mixing her meds with drinking could be dangerous. "Hey there's your friend." Meg teased Peyton, and she didn't even need to look to know who she was talking about. But a part of her wanted to just smack her friend. She should have never asked him for his help either times. It wasn't worth it, the humiliation that came from being shut down by him. She didn't like it.

Kyle’s phone beeped with incoming texts, one after another and as he read over Beau’s messages, he let out a sigh as he shoved his phone into his skinny black jeans and as he rubbed at his face, his eyes landed directly on Peyton and a bit of him was surprised she was even at one of these parties and he doubted she had come up with the money since that afternoon but he skulked over anyway with a smile on his face.

”It’s a pleasure to see you around these parts, you gonna introduce me to your friend?” He looked to Peyton as he snatched the cup from her hand and he took a gulp, grimaced as he swallowed.”Interesting, no alcohol.” Kyle pawned the cup back off onto her as he grabbed himself a real drink.

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Peyton gritted her teeth as she heard Kyle's voice, under any other conditions she might have found the tone of his voice sexy. But he was an ass, and she didn't feel like dealing with him. "Like you own it." She scoffed, knowing the only thing he did was run drugs. He was a peddler nothing important. She nearly smacked him when he took her cup away. She'd been planning on nursing it all night. But he downed it, before he had the audacity to hand it back to her. "Well ass hat this is Megan." She rolled her eyes before throwing the empty cup at his chest. "You don't need to know him." She told Megan as she turned to her friend. "Well he seems to know you." Meg teased, before waving at her friend. "I'm going to dance you have fun, and behave." She warned her, then left the two standing there.

Kyle swatted at the empty cup that hit him squarely in the chest and he had to smile at Peyton’s hostility toward him, it was endearing. He gave a little of wiggle of his fingers with his free hand as he waved to Megan as she left them alone together.

“She seems fun. Is she single?” He asked mostly because he knew it would probably annoy Peyton but he didn’t give her a chance to answer as he sat his own drink down.”I don’t negotiate often but I’m willing to give you one page of the notes if you do something for me.” He stuck his hand into his jeans, coming up with keys, dangling them in her face.”You know how to drive a stick shift?”

Normally, he would chance driving under the influence but tonight, he couldn’t take the risk of at all getting pulled over and he might just be a little bit curious about how far Peyton would be willing to go for notes to pass a class of all things.

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Peyton couldn't help but scoff when he questioned if her friend was single. With an eyes roll she fixed him with a glare. Because his work ticked her off, just what she needed was to seeing more of him. She didn't think she'd stay friends with Megan if that happened. But she couldn't dwell to much on it, as he quickly changed the subject. Her brow furrowing when he started talking about negotiating. Looking at the keys placed in her face, she shifted her gaze back to him.

"Seriously, you want me to be your chauffeur." She shook her head, before hearing his car was a standard. It would be kind of fun to drive his car while fucking up the transmission. Though her father would scold her if she ever did something such as spit on his teaching. "I can do it but it's going to take more than one page of notes, after all your not only buying my skills at driving but you're going to have to pay me for time. And believe me the price keeps going up the longer I have to be near you." She told him. Hating how cocky he was.

She couldn't stand when people put themselves above others. He was just a wanna be street thug. And honestly she was getting tired of dealing with him.

Kyle was a bit taken aback by her own negotiation but he shrugged it off because he could always haggle a decent price.”We’ll discuss prices while you drive.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist as he lead her out of the house, through the crowd of people.”I’ll have you back before your friend even knows you’ve left.” He planned on this trip going smoothly and being over quick.

His car was a Shelby Mustang that had been fully restored and the thing he had splurged on most. It was parked the furthest from the house on the curb. Kyle unlocked the passenger side and slid in on the cooled leather, unlocking the driver’s door and stuck the key in the ignition.

Kyle pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to Beau, letting him know he was on his way.

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Peyton was rather shocked when he quickly pulled her after him. Stumbling she barely had any chances to steady herself before following after him to his car. She marveled at his car, never in her wildest dream would she imagine being able to drive this car. When he slid into the passenger seat she knew he wasn't joking. And she happily slid into the drives seat.

"You really want to let me drive?" She asked him, looking over at him. The keys in the ignition, just waiting on her to turn it. She placed her hands on the wheel part of her expected him to change his mind on letting her drive. But she didn't give him the chance as she turned the engine over. Loving the way it purred. The only vehicle she ever drove was he dad's beat up old pick up. It's where she learned to drive stick, as Kyle put it.

Giving him a final look she, pressed down on the clutch before sliding the car into first gear. Easing out on to the road, really wanting to open the car up but she knew she'd have to obey the law. Also it wasn't her car so she knew she'd have to be gentle with it. "Where to sir?" She asked, being a complete smart ass. And the last thing on her mind being the terms of driving him places.

Kyle let his head fall back on the headrest as he snorted, nodding as he looked at how unsure she was getting in behind the wheel."I'm a bit to fucked to drive without fear of getting pulled over and it's pretty important that I don't at the moment." He shrugged, not thinking about being under the influence or the few misdemeanors in his pocket but the illegal gun that was on him but Peyton finally turned over the ignition and it slowly purred to life.

"Warehouse district." Kyle said, it was just outside of town, in the seedier parts."So, what's your price?"

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Peyton nearly swerved hearing him mentioned the warehouse district. She should have know this was something that could get her into trouble. "Oh now you want to talk prices." She shook her head. "First you want me to drive you places, but the warehouse district." She shook her head. "If I didn't know you any better I would think you were trying to kill me." She scoffed at him, knowing that it really didn't matter if he was to kill her. As sad as it would be for her parents, at least they wouldn't have to support her any more.

"On top of that I was suppose to be partying it up." She added knowing that it wasn't that important. "So I'd say a month's worth of notes should cover it." She knew it was negotiations, so she started out with the entire amount she'd need from him.

"We've got time to spare." Kyle shrugged as it was an almost thirty minute drive out to the district and he settled back into his seat."And, really, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need the warehouse district to do it." He glanced over to her as she drove his car, she didn't look as hostile with the streetlights casting shadows across her face."Besides, who would drive me back to campus?" Kyle smirked.

"Partying it up? With your non-alcoholic beverage? Sounds like a blast." He raised an eyebrow because that in itself made him very curious about her."A month? We'll split hairs right down the middle, two weeks." He counter offered."I'll also throw in a free tutoring session."

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Peyton couldn't help but smile at his remarks. "I don't know maybe one of those beautiful babes from the warehouse district." She teased him, "you know your type, teeth less saggy broads." She joked with him. Though honestly she wasn't afraid to die, after having to battle cancer anything was better than that. Even being stuck in a car with Kyle.

"Yeah partying it up, it's calls pacing yourself. I don't do the sloppy drunk thing, but I do enjoy dancing and drinking." She told him, even though she knew she wouldn't be drinking for quite a while. "Okay, since you let me drive your car I'll take two weeks and a session." She agreed to his terms at least with some of what he was offering she could easily slide by on her classes. She'd just have to figure out how to get the rest from him.

”I’m glad we’ve got that covered, wouldn’t want you getting the wrong impression that you’re my type or anything.” Kyle snorted as he propped his arm on the window frame.”Oh, well, if that’s the case, you’ll have plenty of time to get back to the party and have a few drinks and dances.” They weren’t much further from the warehouse district but he was surprised that she didn’t push for more in terms of price but he supposed it was all in due time.”See, not such a rip off.” Kyle smiled, parroting her words from earlier that afternoon.

The rest of the drive was silence until Kyle pointed his finger toward the exact warehouse he needed, the area didn’t have a lot of lighting which for a lot of the illegal activities that occurred down here, it was valuable, discretion.

Kyle chewed on the skin around his thumb nail.”Inside is some gutter punk street urchin, he got popped earlier. A lot of these kids are scared and lie through their teeth because they know they’re nothing but disposable to me. If he opened his fucking mouth then that puts my business in jeopardy, what would you do?” Kyle asked as he glanced over to her.”You pick wisely and I’ll throw in another tutoring session.”

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Putting the car in neutral she turned to look at him like he was crazy. Before scoffing. "How do you know I'm not wearing a wire?" She teased him, knowing good and damn well she could be poking a very angry bear. But it was only to bring humor to the car, seeing as a part of her knew he wasn't playing around. Peyton turned in her seat to get a better look at the man beside her. "What's that saying snitches get stitches." She told him, knowing that it was the right answer. Because if she didn't chose wisely he'd more than likely turn his anger towards her.

"But, if you really want to get a messages across to everyone not just the snitch. You cut his tongue out, and break his hands." She told him looking at him seriously. "I mean I can say this kinda shit all day. Because let's face it I'm a woman and we're always thinking of shit like this for when a man fucks us over." She smiled innocently at him.

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“You don’t have the air around you for that.” Kyle shrugged, he had encountered one or two informant before but each of them had nothing to report back, Kyle might be young, the youngest even with a budding empire, but he definitely wasn’t stupid.

He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he listened to Peyton’s suggestions.”So, you’re really telling me, you would be able to walk right in there and break some punk’s hand? Kyle pointed toward the warehouse.”Cut out some scared sixteen year old boy’s tongue for being a narc?”