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no way I was going to make it through the night.
     
    I screamed Locke's name over and over again until he finally came back into the room. “How are you feeling, Alice?” He sounded like a doctor looking after a patient. Locke was one vile son of a bitch.
     
    “Fuck you,” I said through clenched teeth. I rattled the handcuffs against the bed post, making as much noise as possible.
     
    Locke held a cold compress in his hand and set it against my forehead. “I have a proposition for you that I have no doubt you'll agree to. Give me your dealer's name and I'll come back with some heroin.”
     
    Those words were almost too good to be true. I'd do anything for drugs at this moment. Even give Locke my most prized possession: my body. “My dealer's name is Jenkins. Now get me some drugs now. I can't take it anymore.”
     
    “Jenkins? Sounds more like a clown than a dealer.”
     
    “Will you fucking stop talking and get me my smack!”
     
    “Where does he live?” Locke asked.
     
    My brain was so cloudy that I couldn't remember right away. If only I had a little bit of a fix to clear my mind. I visualized his house a few blocks away from my apartment building. He lived in a nice neighborhood for being a drug dealer. “Oak Street. Jenkins lives on Oak Street.”
     
    “Good girl. See that wasn't too hard.” Locke ran his fingers through my wet hair. “I'll go first thing in the morning and get your drugs.”
     
    My body was about to blow up. There was no way I could survive until the morning. “You have to go now, Locke. I can't wait any longer.”
     
    “Not gonna happen, baby.” Locke winked at me and sat down in his favorite chair. He was going to watch me suffer all night. I was going to die in a few hours and Locke was just going to just watch me wither away. He snapped open a beer and drank. Fuck him.

Chapter Four

Locke

I didn't want Alice to know that I could barely keep my eyes open. I hadn't gotten any sleep since I brought her to my apartment the night before. I needed just a little bit of shut-eye to regenerate. But tonight was going to be rough.
     
    Alice was going through extreme withdrawals and if I didn't watch her closely she could die. But it was all worth it because I had the information I needed. Jenkins, her dealer, didn't live far away. In the morning I'd get the drug shipment back, return Alice to her dumpster of a home and everything would go back to normal. Or at least I thought.
     
    We both survived the night. There were some pretty close calls when Alice almost choked on her throw up. I was able to roll her over so she could vomit into the trash can. I didn't get a wink of sleep again and knew that it would affect my entire day.
     
    When dawn came, it was time to show this drug dealer what happens when you mess with the O'Malley brothers.
     
    I drove down Oak Street in my Dodge Charger. Alice didn't give me his exact address but I knew his house immediately. Oak Street was filled with two story mansions that were easily in the million-dollar range. Jenkins' drug house was the only one that didn't fit—a white one-story with bars on the windows.
     
    I parked across the street and watched the house for awhile. It was still really early in the morning. The sky was clear and the air crisp. I'd known many dealers in my time and he was most likely asleep right now. Most dealers didn't do business until the late afternoon and stayed open late. If I was lucky, I'd catch him off-guard in bed.
     
    I walked to his front door and tried to look through the side window. The blinds were closed and the view blocked. I quietly tried the door handle but it was locked. Some dealers were stupid enough to keep their doors unlocked. My only way in was the old-fashioned way. I looked around carefully down the street. Any witnesses could easily put a wrench in my plan. But nobody was out this early.
     
    I curled my hand into a fist and smashed it through the side window. The dealer would probably