Reid Romans POV
“Where is it, Dane? Shit! Do you know what they’ll do to us if we don’t deliver the entire order?” Reid shoved his best friend since grade school, wanting to punish him for his stupidity.
Dane lost his balance but pushed back. “Just give him the money. It’s not like you don’t have an abundance of it. This was your fucking idea, anyway.”
Reid stepped back and ran his hand through his hair. Dane was right. It had been his idea to sell enough cocaine to invest in their own business without asking his dad for startup cash. He was sick of having strings attached to everything his father gave him. Now it wasn’t just strings attached; he could have lived with that. It was more like chains—chains that couldn’t be broken. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…