Logan’s POV:
I entered Raphael and I's meeting place in one of the warehouses that I had gotten by reliving it from its former owners. They were drug dealers that sold to anyone who wanted their drugs and even used kids as their drug mules. Needless to say, I had stopped that from happening ever again.
"What took you so long?" Raphael mutters, exhaling out a few smoke rings, but he doesn't bother to look up. I scoffed, ignoring him, and walked further inside the warehouse. The entire place reeked of weed, but I wouldn't expect anything less from him. He needs it to function normally; without it, he's an anxious piece of s**t.
I went back and forth between smoking cigarettes and weed. And though I tend to stick with smoking cigarettes for its convenience, I enjoyed weed more. I
