C10 His Onus

The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Tony each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared.

“How much is my money?” he asked vividly.

Tony wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that