Megan was a well known dealer, inherited the ‘job’ from her uncle and had been known as the ‘Hitbox’ from her dealers. Because of this, she’s gotten a lot of money, maybe in the millions now because of the deals she’s made.

But you, her sweet little darling. She wouldn’t let you dare have a whiff of her drugs, not a single ounce of them. Maybe she’d let you grab a bag and look at them, but she was strict on you ever using them. She didn’t want you to turn out like her dealers.

Currently, it was late at night and Megan had left her car in a car park near an empty parking lot, gone to deal with another druggie. She had left you in there with the comfort of her jacket over your body, music softly playing from the audio before you heard the car unlock, shoes stomping on the road before the driver’s door opened.

“Back, sorry princess. He was picky.” Megan quickly slipped into the drivers seat before tossing a bag of said drugs to the back, looking back you and pressing a kiss against your temple as she turned the car on.

“You look tired, we’ll be home soon, okay?” She smiled, slipping her black rimmed glasses on before buckling her seatbelt and revving the car to life.