I sat beside Josh, crossing my arms, neither of us moving much. We stared across the table at our customers. They placed a briefcase full of money on the table, motioning to the bag that I had draped on my shoulder.
"Put it on the table," said what seemed like the ringleader of the ammature buyers.
I nodded my head at Josh, and quickly grabbed the gun that was concealed in his jacket. I pointed it at the men, and they automatically put their hands up in surrender. I grabbed the briefcase, without lowering my aim at anyone who could get in my way.
I heard them making threats, but they weren't anything to take seriously, considering they weren't the ones holding the gun.
I nodded for Josh to follow me out, and he swayed behind me as we left the idiots behind. Jumping into the convertible that we borrowed from a close friend, Savannah.
As I started to drive away from the old apartment, Josh started counting the money. I glanced at him for a second, making sure he wasn't coming down. His eyes were still calm, and his hands slightly shaky. A wedding ring on his finger, that showed he belonged to me. He was okay for now.
I drove for a few more hours, making sure to get as far away as we could from the ones we'd just stolen from. They always ended up trying to get their money, never succeeding.
I pulled into a cheap, worn down looking motel, and Josh handed me a stack of the money to pay the manager up front. This had become a routine. We got out, and Josh waited by the car.
I went in and plopped the money on the front desk. A man counted out the money, noddeded, and gave me a key. I'd been here before. He didn't care who I was, or what I did, as long as I payed him for a room, and was gone before any trouble followed.
I walked back out to the car and grabbed a small bag with the few things Josh and I can take around. Josh carried the breifcase, and we intertwined our hands as we entered the disgusting room. We set our stuff down, and I gave Josh a kiss of reassurance that we were okay. He wasn't used to this.
This was my job, this was who I was.
The drug.
The selling.
The stealing.
Josh was along for the ride, but he enjoyed every second, as long as I was supplying him with what he had come to need.
You could say his need for this was my fault. He thought he loved me. Since the night I met him at Savannah's party, I could tell I had him.
This was never about love.
