Even so, the junkie had no choice—not with the horrific mental and physical torment that withdrawal was putting her through.

Clenching her teeth, she nodded. "Fine, fifty it is!"

"Deal!"

Liam quickly handed her a small packet of meth while warning her, "But if I don't get my fifty tonight, it's eighty tomorrow!"

The woman nodded repeatedly. "Fine!"

With that, she quickly snatched the packet out of Liam's hands and ran into one of the tents that was riddled with holes.

Liam chuckled and was