"What's in it?" I glance over at him as the possibilities course through my head. Why would Franklin go to such lengths only to give it to him?
Johnny shrugs. “I’m not sure.” He takes my hand and guides me over to it.
We sort of stare at it like it might explode or morph into something else.
“Are you going to open it?” I ask him.
He exhales and grabs a pair of kitchen scissors from a drawer. Johnny pauses, and for a second, I don’t know if he’ll follow through with it.
I pick up the package and hold it for him.
“Moment of truth.” He slices through the top and takes it from me, dumping the contents out.
Stacks of hundred-dollar bills tumble on top of each other with bands marking a thousand-dollar denomination on them. There has to be at least a dozen of them. Outside of movies, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this.
I look to Johnny and wonder what he’s thinking. I had some wild ideas of what might have been inside here, but this wasn’t one of them. Maybesomemoney—not this much.
Johnny doesn’t seem phased at all, but considering everything else he’s been through, I shouldn’t be surprised by his lack of reaction. Especially with the way he’s constantly insisting on paying for everything.
He shoves the stacks back into the envelope. “I’m just glad it wasn’t drugs. I don’t know what the hell I would have done with a bunch of cocaine.”
I side-eye him. “Was that a possibility?”
Johnny shrugs. “Honestly, I have no clue. With Franklin, I wouldn’t put anything past him. He never tells me what’s inside the packages.”
I hate that for Johnny, how he has to blindly follow Franklin’s orders and risk so fucking much to comply with his demands. Ignorance won’t save him if he gets caught with something illegal. Hell, most of the time it’s the runners that get punished, not the people actually in charge.
There's that age-old saying: good guys finish last.
I’ll do anything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen to Johnny. I won’t allow him to fall victim to Franklin’s corrupt ways.