Page 96 of The Heir
“Yeah, when it comes from a dispensary.” He clarified.
“And how the fuck would they know if it came from a dispensary or not?”
“Because it comes in pretty little jars that probably cost more than the product, and they won’t sell you more than two ounces at a time, I will.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“So, they will arrest people for weed here?” I asked, after a minute.
“They will if you’re transporting and selling the shit, fuck yeah!” he exclaimed. “And don’t let them catch you with pills. Goddamn, I’ve heard of cases where they brought a charge for each pill sold. Don’t fuck with them people like that.”
“No transporting more than two ounces of weed, and don’t sell pills. Got it.” I nodded, having had no intention of ever doing, either.
“Right, and if you get rolled up on, swallow the coke and hope that shit is bagged right.”
“Swallow the–? What the fuck–? Won’t that make you have a heart attack or some shit?”
“It can,” He raised one shoulder lazily and looked up at me. “Guess it’s a matter of do you want a case or an ambulance ride? They won’t take you to court for an ambulance ride, those usually get sympathy.”
I couldn’t keep the expression from falling from my face.
“I ain’t swallowing coke.”
“Good. Not something I’d recommend, that heart racing and sweating shit is for the birds.”
“Jesus, you’ve done it before?”
“Buddy, there ain’t much I won’t swallow if they’re gonna make a case out of it.”
I grinned and for a minute I thought he was going to come out of his chair again.
“Fuck you,” he scoffed, just as a knock sounded at the door.
“Mak, I took Nick to the champagne room.” Sonya quietly bade from beyond the door.
“Good. Let him ferment for a few and then bring him back,” Mak responded.
He poured himself a drink and sipped.
“So– you don’t talk about it, you just– what– buy it off this Nick?”
“Huh?”
“The shit–”
“No, I don’t buy it. The fuck? He buys blow off us. Guess he figures if he has a little to offer it cuts back on his competition, I don’t know? What do you care?”
“I don’t.” That was for damn sure.
I was convinced someone would burst in the door at any minute, or that maybe it was some kind of prank my mother had put him up to in order to scare me off. Five minutes later, Sonya knocked on the door and quietly cracked it a bit.
She locked eyes with Mak who gave her a nod and then the door opened fully, and she stepped inside to hold it wide for the guests. Two men entered and made their way to the chairs.
“Mak,” one of them greeted, extending his arm past me to shake with Makaveli.
When he finished, the guy glanced at me like I was taking up too much of his air.
“The fuck, you want a kiss?” I blurted out.