BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 2 – Cocaine Confessions The Cuban’s office smelled like cigars, desperation, and too much cologne. A gold-plated pistol sat on his desk, not for protection, but as décor. Behind him, the blinds cracked open to reveal the Miami skyline bleeding neon into the night. Quigley leaned against the wall, cigarette smoke spiraling toward the ceiling fan. McFinleyyy sat slouched in a leather chair, shirt still soaked with margarita and blood. Across from them, two blondes lounged on a velvet couch, legs crossed like switchblades, sipping champagne as if they were born to it. “You two fight like demons,” the Cuban said, his voice syrupy. “You make enemies fast. But enemies…” He grinned, flashing too much gold tooth. “…enemies can be useful.” McFinleyyy burped. “So can whiskey.” Quigley shot him a look. “Don’t negotiate drunk.” Then he turned to the Cuban. “What do you want?” The Cuban steepled his fingers. “Simple. Deliver a package. One...