The Maimic Drillionaire

Chapter 18

The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Oliver each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared.

“How much is my money?” he asked vividly.

Oliver wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time.

Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Oliver’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me.

Oliver tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag.

“What are you doing, pussy? Do you want to pull a