Aspirin. That's the taste that always hits the back of my throat whenever I do a line of coke, that medicinal aspiriny taste that reminds me of chewing a few pills every time I have a headache.  Besides the blast of taste against the back of my tongue there's the assuring rush to my head and subsequent burning in my nostril that let's me know that this stuff has to be at least sixty percent pure. Seriously thaCuban bastard really knows what buttons to push to get me to buy his stuff. Five kilo's, five grand a piece, not counting what ends up in my nose I'll sell this for a nice little profit..or..maybe not if the current situation plays itself out the way I don't want it to.

Yeah, I love that taste, and this most recent line was easily the best, but that may not have anything to do with the product itself and more along the lines of for a moment I thought it'd be my last. Peering up from my most recent intake what lies before me except a piece of blackened steel, and, is that the word "Colt" written along the side? Ah fuck me, I knew I should've locked the door.

"Don't move and maybe you'll walk out of here with your life." Says the first guy, I hate when they say that, "maybe" like I don't already know you're going to put a bullet in my brain the second you get what you want but whatever. His voice is gravelly and rough and if it wasn't for the stocking pulled over his face I'd probably be able to tell you he was ugly as sin and had a giant fucking Jew nose, but I digress.

"J-j-j-just listen to him, w-w-we just want all the s-s-shit you can shove in this bag." His partner decrees, I noticed he was quite a bit shorter, same stocking pulled over his face but he was stammering, and not the stammer you develop because you're half a retard, but the stammer you develop because your balls haven't dropped and this is your first B and E. Wonderful I think to myself, I have a dick just hitting puberty and his pedophile kid touching partner trying to steal the last twenty-five grand I had. Not my best day.

"Listen guys." I try to reason with them. "This is everything I have, if I don't sell this for a nice profit, then my boss is going to be pissed. If my boss is pissed he's going to want to know why, and if I tell him because two fucking cocksuckers stole it, he's going to find you and kill you."

"Shut up!" The big one bellows and I feel a searing pain as the pistol cracks me on the side of the head.

"D-d-did you have to h-h-hit him?" The little one exclaims

"Shut up and fill the bag, I'll take care of him."

From my vantage spot on the floor, and trying to fight my way through a haze of darkness I realize I'm next to the floor safe I haven't closed yet. Thank god for small miracles and having enough coke in my system to keep me coherent. I grab the pistol from the bottom shelf, turn and fire two shots up into my would be killer. Before his partner could react I was on my knees and with another two reports that idiot hits the ground. Gun haphazardly tossed to the side I grab the big one's mask and rip it off.

"Oh fuck" I mutter as I realize what I did, it's a made guy and the boss isn't going to be happy he just got waxed by some low level thug. I shake the cobwebs loose, grab up my product, the cash off the two bozo's and I'm out the door. Gotta find a way to fix this mess.

well written keep up the good work x and you will have a pleasing future