Status: Completed :)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
XXI.
Molly made the boys stand outside while she surveyed their new inventory. Or rather, her new inventory. She would let Zacky, Jimmy, Brian, Matt, and Johnny think they owned a piece of it, but in reality they owned nothing. She crouched down in the back of the stolen van and picked up a solid white brick. One sniff told her that it was cocaine, and a damn good cut at that.
Outside the van, the boys were waiting for a peek or possibly a snort. "What'd we get?" Jimmy asked.
Molly tossed the cocaine brick to the tall man, who barely held onto it. "It's cocaine," she explained. "Probably Colombian, knowing Murtough. Which means it's good shit."
Outside the van, the boys were waiting for a peek or possibly a snort. "What'd we get?" Jimmy asked.
Molly tossed the cocaine brick to the tall man, who barely held onto it. "It's cocaine," she explained. "Probably Colombian, knowing Murtough. Which means it's good shit."