"If we don't leave town now. We're never gonna get out of here alive."

-Paris, Lana

Everything was going to be fine.

Don't overthink it, Bella.

Nothing was going to happen.

I repeatedly played the magic words in my head, taking a deep breath.

All I needed to do was just going over that old abandoned house. Give them the money and get the goodies. That simple. I watched Jacob do it hundreds times and none of those went wrong. Hell, everyone smiled and laughed as long as I could remember. So this couldn't be bad. No, this was easy. As the girlfriend of drug dealer for years, I should have used to it.

But, fuck.

Why in the hell I stupidly said yes when Jacob called to tell that he had last minute business matters to attend and wanted me to handle this dealing? I didn't even have the gun to protect myself for God's sake. And I was alone. What if something unfortunate happened to me?

I paced back and forth. Watching the night get darker and the house before me get scarier. I glanced at the watch on my wrist. I was already ten minutes late. And if I didn't approach them right now, they definitely would be pissed off.

Calm the fuck down, Bella.

I could do this. I had to.

I quickly brushed off the fear and walked warily inside the house before I could change my mind. The duffel bag on my shoulder felt heavier as I sank deeper, lost in the barely there light and tripped over the debris on the floor. I braced myself when I saw two shadows standing in the middle of the room, waiting impatiently. They had their guns ready by the time I came into their sights. The hair on my neck stood.

Calm down, bitch, you could do this.

"I'm here for Jacob." I told them, loud enough for them to hear. I hoped they didn't catch that little tremble in my voice. One of the men, the blond one, cocked his head to the side, inspecting me from my lilac grayish hair to the faux Prada boots I was wearing.

"Why? Where is he?" he asked, careful and amused at the same time. No one lowered their guns, though.

"He said he had other matters." I replied, gripping the strap of my bag tighter to hide my nervousness.

"Who are you anyway?"

"His err…girlfriend."

"Coward." The other man scowled and I almost jumped because of that. This one had a short dark hair and hulk-sized body. I was afraid looking at him alone. Jacob would pay me big for this.

"Well? Hurry, we don't have much time." The blond haired man gestured me to hand him my duffel bag. I did it without being asked twice, almost tripped in the process. That shit would be so embarrassing. They had another duffel bag ready for me which was of course filled with illegal drugs. "Count it, Em." The blond said.

I swallowed hard. My feet were itching to leave this place.

Em did as the blond told, counting the cash inside while I was just standing there awkwardly. I swore to God I would never handle this kind of dealing again. Not without Jacob himself at least. Because as much as I was aware of the illegal stuffs Jacob had been doing for life, I still tried my best to not get involved deeper to this kind of business.

"This is all you got?" Em eyed me suspiciously. I had to gulp loudly at that. Shit, I smelled something bad was going to happen.

"Y-yes." I nodded. Nothing but honesty in my voice.

"Is it a joke or something? Because it should be five grand instead of two." Em furrowed his brows. I could sense his anger.

Fuck.

How in the hell I was supposed to know that? I was just told to bring the money and get the goodies. I didn't know the amount of money I should bring. Hell, I didn't even know who the hell I was dealing with. Jacob was dead meat. I would fucking kill him as soon as I was home.

It was….if they let me.

"The fucker has the guts." The blond tsked, curling his lips in sarcastic smile. I had the need to defend myself.

"I swear I don't know. I was just told to bring thi—"

"Let me tell you, babe, it's not the first time he steals from us." His eyes shot me a disapproved glare. The tone was intimidating I almost took a step back. "And I'm not sure if our boss can tolerate this shit any longer."

"We should bring her, Jas." Em chimed in. Like there was no other option available. Damn it, this was bad.

"N-no, wait! Why in the hell do I become involved with this shit? It's between you and him." I pointed out. It wasn't fair. That was all Jacob's doing, so he was the one who had the responsibility, not me.

"Oh? Why are you here, doing his dirty job, by the way?" Jas asked back calmly. Well, I didn't have the answer for that without humiliating myself. We could blame it to my own stupidity, of course.

"I-I—"

"Sorry, but you have to come with us." Em cut in, making his way towards me. And before I could move away, he hit me with the back of his gun, sending me straight to the darkness.

The moment I gained my consciousness, the throbbing pain assaulted my head mercilessly, reminding me what caused it at the first place. Or who. Fucking hulk. I could have died of that hit alone, didn't he know that?

I winced at the pain as I tried to sit up on this worn couch. The room was spinning around me. Freaking epic.

Not long after that, maybe a minute or two, that hulk came into the room, grinning like a fool. "About time." He greeted as he found me awake. Not that friendly kind of greetings, though. It was suspicious, even. "Just want to tell you that our boss is on his way. Be ready."

I was sick to my stomach. Panic started to creep in.

"I-I have to call Jacob. There has to be some fucking mista—"

"No need. We've already done that." He smirked, showing me my phone in his hand. How on the earth he got that? "And the coward boyfriend of yours suddenly can't be reached right now."

Shit, what the hell Jacob was thinking? Where the fuck was he? I mean, seriously, did he do this shit on purpose? What in the ever loving fuck was going on here?

My train of thoughts was interrupted by Jas, who barged into the room with the look that was far from pleased. Damn, he clearly looked pissed. The exact opposite of his hulk friend. I could tell something was bothering his head.

"Bad fucking news, Em. Jamie got last minute call. Edward will be here instead." He said.

"Fuck." Hulk cursed.

Their expression was priceless. I would have laughed my ass off watching their exchange glances. But I knew better. If the mention of this name could make them this uncomfortable, could you imagine how I was? This shit only doubled my fear.

Jas approached me in long strides, leveling his eyes to mine as soon as he was in front of me.

"Don't oppose him, do you hear me?" I nodded even though I was confused as hell. Who was this Edward guy? What about him that made them so anxious waiting his arrival? "Just do as he says. If he asks questions, answer. Hell, if he wants you to kiss his feet, just fucking do it."

Was he serious?

"And this is not a fucking bluff, okay?" hulk chimed in. No trace of joke on his face. I wondered why someone like him—with all of those muscles and stuff—could be this cautious because of one man named Edward. He continued, "He will do anything without hesitation. Don't test his patience."

What did I get myself into?

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