(chapter cover was made with a picrew cause I don't feel like drawing rn, credit in the top left corner)
"Listen, sugar-face, he didn't pay up. A girl's gotta make a livin' somehow" Emma shrugged, holding up her satchel of, uh, I think you know
"Alright, sweetheart" the white haired man cocked his gun "you fucked up one of my men, he's literally bedridden and unrecognizable"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But, coke and weed are expensive, you should know that, mister mafia boss, and I need the cash. Mama's sick and my brother's leg is broken. Daddy's nonexistent so I'm the one who's supposed to pay all them bills, baby" she threw her hands up in a 'my bad' sort of motion before turning to the random men he was in front of "plus, I know most of them guys behind you. And most of them still fuckin' owe me. Hey, Charles, how's the heroin?" No answer
"Ugh, okay, okay. If I pay you back, will you leave them alone?" The man groaned
"Humm... Fine! We've got a deal!" Emma giggled, fiddling with the stars on her cat beanie "when are ya getting the money?"
"Depends. How much do they owe?" The masked man crossed his arms
"Hum.. Roughly 4,000" Emma smiled innocently, pulling her black mask back up
"I can get it to you by tomorrow" the man sighed
"Sweet! Anyways, gotta go, sugar-face, when and where we gonna meet?" The gingerette asked, turning to walk away
"Meet me at this exact spot. 2am" the young man said "oh, and by the way, why do you keep calling me sugar-face?"
"Cause you're a pretty one" the girl giggled again, not bothering to turn back around "plus, you smell like sugar"
"Is that right? How do you know?" The man put his hand on his hip, considering the fact she was, like, five feet away from him the entire time
"When you're a dealer, ya gotta be able to smell stuff like weed on someone to make sure they ain't an undercover cop or something. Kinda like them hounds" Emma faced him once again and winked at him "anyways, gotta go make sure mama ain't dead yet! See ya soon!" She saluted casually as she smiled underneath her face mask
"Wait" the man called out "what's your name?"
"Humm... Depends who's askin'... What yours?" Emma asked
"Norman Midas" the man, revealed to be Norman, introduced
"Emma McKinley. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Midas" she said before walking away
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Mary Jane and Mister Stray {Noremma story}
Fanfiction(cover was made using a picrew) 18 year olds Emma and Ray McKinley were born and raised in the fucked up part of town, their mother was always very sickly and she and her brother had to work for their mother's medication. Although, their neighbors...
