“Don’t want to fall asleep during the long ride home,” he snorted, as he spoke to the low-level drug dealers to who he had just handed over a kilo of cocaine. One of them let out a small chuckle before replying, “Yeah, I heard that man. Come on let’s do this.” Smacking his partner on the back, they walked over to the trunk. “Go ahead and open it, but do it slowly,” Brandon threatened and gave Nick a nod. Nick wasn’t worried at all; he knew his nine millimeter was well within reach should anything go wrong. “It’s all there,” the dealer told Brandon as he handed him the black bag filled with fifty and one hundred dollar bills totaling forty five thousand dollars. “Oh I have no doubt that it is gentleman, but I’m still going to count it.” Twenty-five minutes later Brandon zipped the bag of money closed, and gave Nick the Okay. “Well gentleman that concludes our business for tonight, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be on our way back to Boston and we’ll see you’s next month.
