Beautiful Bounty(78)

He saw them right away, and breathed a bit easier when he saw how roughly the dude was holding, practically pushing Ronnie to his car. He saw her angry reaction and that made him feel better too. She didn’t look happy at all. She wasn’t with this dude. But when they left, he decided to follow them. Be sure they got on the highway. When they passed the exit to the interstate, his heart which was already hammering picked up even more speed. Fuck! Where the hell were they going? They continued on for two more blocks and pulled into the drive thru of the Dunkin Donuts. Calm down he told his racing heart, as he passed by the store and made the U-turn. Just getting coffee for the road, he thought. But when he drove by again, and they were parked, his nerves picked up again. WTF? He pulled onto a side road, and shut the car’s engine off. He’d wait and see how long they would be. Maybe just fixing the drinks.

Thirty minutes later, when they pulled out, he knew there was no way in hell they were making the second flight. Fuck! Fuck! His hands slammed the steering wheel of the car again as he continued to watch them. When they finally departed, he followed them right back to the hotel. He was fuming. The only good thing was he was manhandling her again. He wanted to leave, but there was no way in hell he could. Not until he knew what the fuck was going on. He wanted Ronnie out of Maine, and the fucking bounty hunter too. Glancing at the clock, he decided to go back to his cabin and get a few hours of sleep and resume his watch tomorrow morning. A quick check on flights told him there was a late morning flight. They’d better be making that one, he fumed as he headed back out onto the road. They’d better. That’s all there was to it. There was no way he was going to be at peace until they were far the fuck away. The sooner the better.



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Gary drove home slowly feeling pretty confident they were staying put for the night. He had a lot of thinking to do. Ronnie had no clue he was deeply involved in the drug world. She thought he merely had done drugs on occasion. She had no idea he had also been dealing on campus. His parents gave him plenty for school, but it wasn’t the money that drew him in. He got a really nice allowance. It was because he despised living under the Campbell thumb, and his parent’s constant scrutiny. His life was all mapped out for him, and it ate away at him. His father pushed him to study forestry. Life in the family business was not something he wanted to pursue, and when the hockey thing hadn’t worked and his high school dreams faded when reality set in and his lack of real athletic talent had become apparent, he began to look elsewhere for the success that eluded him. He wanted excitement, and counting trees for the rest of his life wasn’t going to cut it.

His life before Ronnie and college had been fun. He was the local hockey star. Girls had thrown themselves at him. He’d done pot in high school, tried other things in college, but he hadn’t really been into the drug scene.

It was one night when he bought some coke for a party that it clicked for him. He paid a grand for the small vial he had gotten for a frat party. He stayed in the bar, and had a drink before heading to that party, and witnessed his dealer make ten more such transactions in the half an hour he had been there. Who knew Spragueville’s local tavern keeper Johnny “Boy” Brimeyer had such a lucrative little side business. That was ten G, easy money in a tourist town. He could do that. He could do it in Bangor with the college kids easy.

The following weekend, he approached Johnny Boy, his dealer, offering his services on campus. Johnny hadn’t thought he was serious at first and laughed him off. Why would the rich kid want to deal drugs? Gary practically had to beg the older man for the chance. He eventually wore him down, and the two struck a deal.

He earned very little at first, until Johnny and his brother, Freddy, who directly oversaw him, knew he could be trusted. In four months, he was earning five grand a month, and sometimes got bonuses. Yes, the Brimeyers had been pleased with him. He was helping to make them some pretty hefty profits.

But then, Johnny and Freddy soon came up with a new plan. They didn’t have enough drugs to meet the needs of their new expanded market. His family and their travels were well known, and soon they began to expect him to smuggle shit in for them from out of the country. He balked at first. He didn’t want to go that far, but the guys were really putting on the pressure. If he wanted to move up, he had to put in his part. He started small. Taking shit out from Canada, and bringing it state side. But for big scores you had to go further south. He brought some shit back for the Brimeyers from Mexico last summer, and over Christmas Break from Canada again. It was at their suggestion he go to Jamaica for them, and he came up with the cruise idea. A graduation gift from his parents to him and his friends turned into a shit load of dope, meth, coke, and pills for the Brimeyers. He researched on the net on how to smuggle it in inside the snorkeling and scuba gear. But, somehow the dog sniffers caught onto it.