eddie’s been running hawkins’s crime ring for nearly ten years now. he’s twenty eight, and he started selling at sixteen. at first it was just dime bags, but he’s worked his way up, and now half the town is on his payroll or owes him money.

he sits in the high betting area of the casino, smirking. he’s doubled what he started with in this game, he learned poker when he was six. he brought you with him on this trip, got the two of you a fancy hotel room, promised you some nice dinners and nicer dresses. but you had to promise to be patient while he played.

you’d done a great job so far, from where he sat he saw you at slot machines and card games, spending the chips he sent you off with. your heels click against the floor as you enter the roped off area, not looking twice at the security men. he smiles, opening his arms so you can settle sideways on his lap. “hey, baby girl. having fun?” he asks, setting down his expensive whiskey.