Status: Completed :)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
IX.
"I'm a business woman, Bryant," Molly said, spitting her brother's name with contempt. "If I gave away my products for free, I wouldn't have a business."
"Please, Molly?" he begged.
"Maybe you should give him some," Zacky whispered from behind her. "Just this once."
Molly swiveled on her heel, turning her fury on Zacky. "This doesn't concern you," she hissed. "Shut your fucking mouth." She clenched her fist, resisting the urge to reach out and slap him. She turned back around and walked over to Bryant. She handed him a bag from her coat pocket. "Here's an eight ball. I'd better see three hundred bucks in two weeks or I'll put a bullet through your skull, brother or not."
"Please, Molly?" he begged.
"Maybe you should give him some," Zacky whispered from behind her. "Just this once."
Molly swiveled on her heel, turning her fury on Zacky. "This doesn't concern you," she hissed. "Shut your fucking mouth." She clenched her fist, resisting the urge to reach out and slap him. She turned back around and walked over to Bryant. She handed him a bag from her coat pocket. "Here's an eight ball. I'd better see three hundred bucks in two weeks or I'll put a bullet through your skull, brother or not."