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“First one is on the house. You pick and we’ll both do whatever it is.”

Silas sat on the corner of the bed, waiting for her to make a decision. There were a few in mind he was hoping she’d pick one of, but he’d have to wait and see.

She had grabbed two of the pills he was hoping she would from the bed and popped them into her mouth. High grade MDMA. Approaching him quickly and placing her hands onto his cheeks. Letting her tongue caress his lips to part them before slipping one of the pills into his own mouth. Swallowing her own as she started to kiss him passionately.

A slight moan into the kiss, as she closed her eyes. Taking his hand and placing it behind her to pull her closer to him. It would take a few minutes before the pills would kick it the extra dopamine into her cranium.

Glancing at the assortment and then back at him. It was like he was stacked for years and years with how many he had in each one. Like it blew her mind for a moment. Maybe she under estimated his job a little bit. He was a major dealer.

❝ I…wow…I….. fuck. So many?? I guess I will take a few of the purple ones with the clucky’s chicken on it. I suppose. You going to take some too? ❞

Tracey said before she pulled out a wad of cash from her purse, and approached him with the cash in hand. Looking up at him. Biting onto her lower lip a little.

“First one is on the house. You pick and we’ll both do whatever it is.”

Silas sat on the corner of the bed, waiting for her to make a decision. There were a few in mind he was hoping she’d pick one of, but he’d have to wait and see.

Taking in the surrounding area it was sketchy to say the least. More worried of the fact she might get robbed blind in this part of town. But it seemed alright if he wanted to do his business there, was no skin off of her back. Following him where ever he had went.

Trying to advert her gaze from the owner and then following him down to the room. It seemed like a nice motel for what it was a crack den if she’d ever seen one. A clear of her throat before she entered into the place. Glancing over at him. Rubbing the back of her neck a little bit. Setting her purse down and then removing her jacket.

❝ So this is where most of your stash is? ❞

“Yep. It should be...over here.”

He spoke as he removed his jacket, tossing it onto the bed before going over to a closet on the opposite end of the room, opening it to grab a few things. Coming back over to her, he laid out a few things on the bed. All of them were in zip-lock bags.

“Take your pick.”

Grasping onto the bag and moving it into her back pocket carefully. Before putting a hundred dollar bill onto the bar and then casually followed him out. He’d piqued her interests in more ways then one. And he wasn’t entirely disfigured but actually was quite cute. Decided to play along her heels clicked as she followed him and reached out for his hand. Holding it casually as if it was no big deal to her.

❝ So where are we off to captain? ❞

Keeping a grip on her hand, he walked back to his car. Reaching down, he unlocked it before allowing her in and then getting in himself.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

Driving off with her in the car, he made his way onto the street and down the way.

After about 15 minutes of driving, he pulled up to a motel near the airport, turning the car off before allowing her to exit as well.

“I actually stash some stuff away in one of the rooms here. I get to stay on occasion and the owner keeps it a secret. Two birds.”

Walking in with her, he approached the counter before getting his key from the owner and making his way down the hall.

Feeling his hand on her thigh as he rubbed against it. A blush with a smile before she turned her face completely away from him. This wasn’t going to be the deal, she wasn’t a hooker. A shake of her head oh how they underestimated her. Grabbing his hand and moving it from her thigh. Having at least some dignity for herself even if sometimes she didn’t act like it. She was her father’s daughter. A giggle before downing another shot.

❝ I’m not going to sleep with you to score some drugs, sweetheart please I’m above that. I can pay you if it comes down to it. ❞

Rolling his eyes, he reached into his pocket to pull out a dimebag before placing it in her lap.

“If you want more, you’ll have to tag along for the evening.”

Paying his tab, he got up off of the stool before walking towards the door. He wasn’t entirely sure if she’d follow him or not, but he was willing to try it and find out.

Eyes still locked onto his own before a slight timid smirk crawled onto her flawless features. A look down, as her eyes went back to the glasses. Ordering two more for herself. Glancing back at him.

❝ Because I need to relax, that’s whats it to me. I already know you knew of me. I usually get my brother to get extra for me when he goes to buy his drugs. I toss him a hundred every once in awhile. I just thought it would be on the house this time. You can’t blame me for trying. ❞

Silas watched as the blonde returned back to the countertop, his smirk stretching a bit as he chuckled.

“I don’t think you tried hard enough.”

Releasing the stool, his one hand came up and began to gently caress her thigh through her jeans, slowly rubbing on it as his gaze remained on her for the time being.

❝ Well then there’s the door. Don’t let it hit you on your way out. ❞

After a few moments before a smile cracked on her features, nudging the other a little bit.

❝ Jeesh, loosen up. I’m just messing with you. You can’t be serious all the time can you? ❞

Leaning in closer to him, her lips grazing against his ear a little bit. Whispering something.

❝ Do you have some on you? ❞

As he felt the nudge, he rolled his eyes before cracking a smile of his own. He could feel her lean in a bit, her breath blowing onto his skin as her lips grazed his ear. A tinge of excitement coursed through his body, trying not to show it. Turning towards her, their faces nearly inches away from one another. Reaching down, he grabbed her stool as he pulled her as close to him as the stool allowed, nearly closing the gap between their faces.

“What’s it to you...?”

A playful, hushed tone emitted from his throat as his eyes stayed locked to her own.

Starts to clap slowly at his admittance to him being apologetic towards the whole situation. He had overreacted on his part by literally choking her against the wall, sure it was hot but in that context it was just ridiculous. Shaking her head a little bit, before taking another shot.

❝ Yeah well I’m not going to apologize for what I did. You shouldn’t deal to my brother anymore. You have enough filth to deal with. Sure I think he’s a loser but I care about him and what you gave him was fucked up. ❞

“Never asked you to.”

He spoke before throwing back yet another shot. Placing the glass down, he declined a refill from the bartender, feeling he probably met his limit. Looking back over at the woman, his glare was a bit softer now than it was before.

“If you’re just gonna be a smartass, there’s really no point in trying to have a conversation with you.”

❝ You and the rest of the world have a ‘thing’ for hot blondes. It’s disgusting. Come up with a better fucking line sweetheart. ❞

Taking her own shot and throwing it back as well, she was anything but a light weight when it came to drinking and could tango with the best of them unfortunately. Ordering another one for herself and him.

❝ What? because I didn’t want her thinking who her father was talking to? Oh that’s really fucking rich. If I had a kid, I would be different then you are as a parent. Your ex probably named her. Doesn’t seem the type that you would name. ❞

“I’m talking about when we first walked by. You chose to drop whatever it was you were doing and chase after us. You hardly know enough about me to make any judgments.”

Thinking it over for a second, the silence between them gave him a chance to collect himself once more.

“Look...I’m sorry for when we initially met. Alright?”

❝ Oh yes, because the actions of my father totally reflect me one hundred percent. He did it to himself, he just dragged his family down with him in the process. ❞

Taking her own shot back and ordering another one. Quickly downing that one as well ordering yet another one.

❝ So I don’t think I’m going to get that apology anytime soon it seems. Why did you want to meet me. You could have just thrown my number away but you didn’t. What’s your deal anyway? ❞

The bartender returned with two more shots, one for each of them. Silas hesitated to grab his for a moment, turning to meet her gaze once more.

“Maybe it’s because I’m not the piece of shit you think I am. Maybe it’s because I actually wanted to hang out. Or maybe it’s because I’ve got a thing for hot blondes.”

Grabbing his shot, he threw it back once again, placing the glass on the counter, hardly reacting as it shimmied down his throat.

“And don’t put all this on me. Last I checked, you were the one who approached me on the pier that day I was walking with Madison. You didn’t have to do that, ya know.”

A few days later, she had gotten a text from an unknown number but it was from Silas. He’d asked to meet her a Tequila La-La’s. A semi new bar that was in Rockford Hills, it was weird he would travel all that way from the slums where he’d been peddling to just meet her. Walking into the bar, heels clicked on the marble floors.

This place was decorated nicely, and there he sat the trash of Los Santos. Approaching him with a feigned smile, a tilt of her head before she pulled a bar stool out and sat down. Placing her newest purse onto the bar top and ordering a bourbon straight up. Glancing over at him.

❝ I did that for your daughter’s benefit not yours. My own father used to be a bank robber. ❞

Silas had already made it to the bar, well ahead of time. Preparing himself with one or two drinks, just so he’d be able to get through this a little easier. Glancing over, he watched as the blonde sat down next to him, ordering a drink. Before he could even speak, he heard her testament to her prior actions. He honestly didn’t care either way...at least until he heard about her father.

“Oh yea? I’m guessing that’s where all your family’s money came from. Well it’s good to know you’re not an overall saint.”

Throwing back a shot he’d ordered prior to her arrival, he placed the glass down on the table before looking over at her. His eyes couldn’t help but do a quick scan of what she had on.

The little girl looked confused for a minute before a bright a cheery personality beamed through.

❝ If you knew me when I was little, you would know my name. ❞

She wasn’t as dumb, a twisted smirk came over tracey’s face. Before a glance went up to Silas for a moment then back to the little girl.

❝ You caught me you’re so smart. ❞

Rubbing her head a little bit as the little girl licked the ice cream and hugged onto her father’s leg. Tracey stood back up. Taking something out of her purse, and writing on it. Handing over her number to Silas.

❝ This is my new number the other one got shut off. Maybe we can plan to do something sometime. Maybe we can catch up. ❞

A smirk cracked across his lips as he caught another glance from the woman, fully aware of how she was playing the two of them. He couldn’t get angry though. It was at this point he realized that she was smarter than she looked. Taking the slip of paper, he maintained eye contact, still finding this whole thing quite humorous.

“I guess we will. For now, I gotta get her back to her mother. I’ll text you later...Tracey.”

Little did she know, he’d heard her name thrown around a few times from her brother whenever he’d come to Silas for something. It usually involved her being part of the reason he was buying stuff from him, but he figured he’d leave that subject alone for another day.