Enslaving Alice

," Dylan said, shaking his head. Since this was the third time he'd bought it up, Caleb figured he was pretty mad ab

rolling his eyes. "I guess

e. "But trust me, when she sees what you do to people

u clearly don't kn

d his arms. "They

g to do to Miss Si

in trouble. We go after her son," Dylan said,

ps into himself," Dylan said, puckering his

tly," Caleb

t time he texts you to buy drugs. Being a scummy dr

t my customers," Caleb interrupted. "My

turned to Cal

pology but could tell by Dylan's fac

perfect, posh, God-feari

what?" Ca

ve the perfect excuse. He won't be able to grass

sed. He preferred having a fully fleshe

im," Dylan revea

specific..."

d. "We cut some o

elf recoil at t

runners, not the Ma

nce between you and a M

'm not a Mafia bos

stepped into Caleb's pat

theatrically waving his arms. "Aside from

y so," Cal

ut could he torture her child as revenge? Hones

arm in the direction of the town ce

d. "You want to d

d with far too much cheer considering th

igour, dragging his feet as they

a grands worth of that M-

ed. "Where are we go

ocket and began pulling out cards. They all had his name across the mi

nly logical explanation was criminal activity of some

ke this one," he said, passing Caleb the first wad. He stuck

r pins?" Caleb asked. "I

h, crisp notes slipped about in Caleb's hands, almost dropping onto the floor where they'd quickl

away?" Caleb asked, feeling guilty about the

Caleb by the arm, shoving

ve grand!"

sed. "There's a couple of people over

indeed staring. A young couple with a

leb said, adjusting his volume. H

arter of a million alto

Caleb wanted to know.

lling," Dylan tea

ely trust Dylan. Not yet. Not after knowing him only a few weeks. He was too myster

to Dylan's house, it looked like a show home, and they had this weird maid who d

why, but something about Dylan'

dder. 'People call my family scum, b

eb the rest of the money. "Whe

evealed. "It's that three-story house

sum of money to think up new topics of conversation. He didn't want to harp on abou

ware the guy had another job-a day job-but had no recollection of what it

elve and was an absolute little fucker. He'd just started at middle school and was already ge

with a smile. "Who's your m

said with a half-smile

pair of kitchen scales. He had the same brand

said. He sniffed deeply and wiped his nose before ripping into

eb assured him. "Whatever you

otty said without looking up f

leb shrugged.

t up every time they met up, and every time Caleb feigned interest out of politeness. He was sure all

" Cale

ven the teachers were scar

hat next time I get i

ogether, creating a small white clo

ime. The lad was stood in the corner of the

ur mate?"

tutted. "Dylan, Sco

He meant it politely, but in a drug d

Scotty nodded i

n his finger over the worktop, looking around as

look in his eyes. He

declared. "Just the

f cash and watched him stu

o count it?"

ou," Scott

said, bumping Scottie's fist be

eb walked past. As Dylan walked p

urned t

your little pecker off," he threatened, ma

coiled, tu

e house, Caleb turned to Dyl

, man?" he hissed. "You don't t

n a haughty voice. "Come on, let's

said. "It'll be a bit weird if

an pouted. "What can

ffing his face with crisps. He didn't even like watching TV. All he ever wanted to do was 'chill' and by chill he meant talk. The topics of conversation were never relaxed, either, as the wor

lice's house," Dylan su

shru

, why