chapter four ; no limits

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NO LIMITS

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october. 2009

It'd been over two weeks since the incident with Peyton. Finn hadn't seen Millie since then. He felt like things were actually going back to normal, and he was very happy about that. He was glad to know that a couple of stupid mistakes wouldn't ruin the rest of his life.

Although there was one thing that was extremely bad, Finn's father. The man's health was getting worse and worse. Since they had no money to pay for treatment, the cancer was spreading fast. 

Finn thought about all of the different outcomes of his partnership with Millie. He thought about it all the time. There were so many "what if" scenarios.

"What's the matter honey?" The boy's mother asked. The entire family was having a nice dinner consisting of roasted chicken and mashed potatos. However, Finn had barely touched his food. He had his mind on other things.

He jolted his head up and looked around the table. His parents were staring at him but Natalia kept nonchalantly eating. He had a feeling that she was angry with him, and he was correct about that.

Finn was preparing to answer his parents but all of a sudden the doorbell rang. He immediately hopped up out of his chair and headed toward the front door. He obviously had no idea who was outside, however he was glad to escape his parents' questions.

He unlocked the door and then pulled it open. His mouth went slightly agape when he saw Millie standing outside. Finn stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?! I told you never to contact me again." He stated bluntly. The girl chuckled and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a huge handful of money.

Finn's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. He'd never seen so much money in person.

"I sold the meth you cooked. This is your half of the profit. It's $900" She retorted. Finn reluctantly grabbeed the money and shoved it into his own pocket. He was still in a state of shock. He couldn't believe that all that money was his.

He knew there was a lot of cash to be made in the drug business, although he never actually thought he would be able to make any profit. He was starting to regret his decision to quit cooking.  

Millie was getting ready to leave until Finn grabbed her shoulder and stopped her. "Look my product was the best you've ever seen... And Peyton thought it was perfect too. I mean like... did y-"

"If it was average meth we would've made around $400 each. So yes, if the product is of a higher quality you get more money. it's basic economics." Millie scoffed. She knew exactly what he was going to say before he even said it. 

Finn quickly racked his brain. He had a lot of thinking to do and not much time to do it. He was realizing that he was damn good at cooking crystal meth.

"If... Uh... Would you maybe be willing to cook again?" The curly haired boy asked sheepishly. 

He knew that they could make a lot of money together. Millie was reletively good at selling and he was good at cooking. It was a perfect partnership. He was finally starting to believe that he could actually pay for his father's treatments. 

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