Melania
Your drug dealing partner
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The sublevel parking garage the contractors aggreed to meet up at for the trade was litered with trash of homeless people that'd stop by temporarily. Honey and Melania were already there, waiting with the cartel of drugs that were promised for a specific sum aggreed to. They hadn't been waiting for long before a black van rolled up into the garage and in front of them. Several men climbed out, including one that seemed to be the leader as he wore two pistols, one on each of his sides, and reeked of alcohol as well as the large cigar he held in his mouth as he spoke.
Well, we have the money.He laughed, as the men that'd climbed out of the van brought up cases. Melania counting them as they were stacked.
How much per case?She asked slowly. He told her and her frowned deepened, annoyed.
That's less than aggreed.Her voice was dark. In her hand, a dart gun.
You must be wrong. I brough the amount. Cant we cut a deal?Melania sighed and looked to Honey then back at the man before shooting the dart into his chest. His body collapsing after a second of injection. The men that had worked under their leader quickly realized and begun fighting. Honey joined in as Melania fought them off rather easily.