Logs:A Kilo of Uncut Temptation Pt. 2
|A Kilo of Uncut Temptation Pt. 2|
"You wanna give me a thousand dollars just to ride a bag of smack over to a guy?"
|Dramatis Personae|| |
17 June, 2017
After DeAndre's brother died as a member of the Southside Kings, DeAndre's views of gang banging changed from awe and envy to something which should be feared and avoided. But the Kings take care of their own and don't let 'family' slip away so easily. Kilo has been tasked with recruiting DeAndre back to the Kings and getting him jumped in, and is using what he needs most in life to bribe him.
It's late afternoon and Kilo is just getting up for the day. Dragging her ass downstairs from the apartment and the first thing she does after shooting is to find her whiskey and take care of the shakes. And a cigarette. The golden three. Once she's found a bottle and a half crushed pack of smokes she makes her way into the lounge and collapses into the pile of pillows directly across from the couches, lights up a cigarette and exhales long and deep before tossing the lighter and pack back on the table. She relaxes back then and picks up her phone to check the 18 billion messages she's missed while asleep.
Kilo blinks. "Well... if it isn't DeAndre. WEll, well, well." She smirks and beckons him in as she stands up to offer her hand in a modified kind of shake. "I'm glad you decided to do the right thing and stop by. I knew you would. Your brother would be proud of you." She is ruthless... using every tool she can to pry and push every button she can. "You want a drink? You wanna light up? I got some really great stuff last week..." She smiles, warm and friendly. The 'you can trust me, I'm -so- you're friend' kind of snakey smile.
Kilo brings out a box full of joints and offers him one so he doesn't have to roll himself. But there is loose weed in there and a bong below the table if he prefers. "Just help yourself." Kilo takes a couple hits whichever way he goes and seems pretty happy about that. "You were right. The ice cream really did beat the heat. Good stuff." Idle chatter about McDoogles for a while before the finally hits him with the 'offer he can't refuse' offer. "Hopefully some of the guys will be around in a little while, you came in a bit early. But DeAndre, I got need of you, and I think you got need of me." She scrounges around under the table, in one of the drawers and produces a fairly hefty bag of heroin. "I need this transported. Just over to a guy names Dmitri at the Shark Club on Main and Crow Vally Parkway. Not too far from here. You on a bike? You can ride it." She then produces the 'cant refuse' part. It's a thousand dollars in $20s, so fairly nice wad of cash. "All yours for... half an hour of work. I don't want you to sell it. Or cut it or nothin'. I just want you to hand it over to Dmitri for me. Easy, right? Then $1,000 for you. How can you go wrong?" She shrugs and takes a long pull off the whiskey bottle next to her.
It's just like baiting a fish. Did he take it because he said he'd do it? Nope. But did he take it in a panic to conceal it -- a gut reaction to protect... who? Himself? Kilo? The Kings? Kilo smiles. This is just the sort of behaviour she is hoping for. That really couldn't have gone much better than if he'd said 'yes' which she never imagined was going to happen. "That's Siera. She's under Kings' protection. She pays us every month and we make sure nothin' happens to her while she's out there doin' her thing on the streets, right? And that is Isrieal. She's affiliated." Kilo doesn't go into detail but will if DeAndre shows any interest.
Now though, she turns back to him, her dark eyes meeting his. She slides the money across the table, slowly, his way. He's right of course, it's for his life. "Half an hour of your time. What would you do with a $1,000?" Of course DeAndre knows there is more... there is always more.
DeAndre doesn't look interested. He looks miffed, and now he's noticing where that Heroin ended up. "The fuck is she staring at then?" he asks Kilo, not bothering to look at Isrieal while he does. "She got beef?" He puffs on his joint a bit, sending a few clouds of smoke into the air while he sits and looks pissed off--at himself, most likely. He doesn't answer Kilo yet, avoiding eye contact with that stack of money.
"Don't worry about her. Fuck her. This is between you and me DeAndre. This is between me needing you, and the Kings needing you, and you needing us. That's all it comes down to. Your brother was -our- brother, ese. He was -my- blood. And you're my blood too. You can't just turn the other way and pretend that ain't true. Because nothin' is going to change that. Nothin'. Now I can take care of you. And your mom. Maybe I couldn't before, but I can now. And I will. That's my job. Your job is to just belong. Just be with your brothers and know this is where you belong."
Kilo is admittedly fairly engrossed with this conversation, but she acknowledges Siera with a smile, upnods toward the bar to make sure she gets a drink and then beckons her into the lounge so she knows she is welcome. She also has a smirky smile for Isrieal who will for sure want to hear about this later. Meanwhile DeAndre asks a very serious, important question. "Yeah. I did. We all did. We sent flowers DeAndre... I don't know if they ever got there. It sounds like they didn't though, and my guess is that someone in your family saw they were from us and probably threw them out. It wouldn't surprise me. But we were all totally worried and concerned about you. But I felt like it was a time to give y'all some space, yeah? It wasn't the time to be pressuring you for your attention. Now things are a little better, now I'm hoping for your attention."
Ohhhh... candy and babies. "How much is the hospital bill." She asks curiously. The little gangster has long since finished her first cigarette and chain lit it to the next in between hits off the joint. She is totally curious about this though and waits patiently for him to figure out just exactly how much his family owes for his mom's stay. "And medications, and whatever else shit she need a month, DeAndre, what is the bottom line?"