On Way Out
Chapter One
Freddie Roscoe seemed really pissed off that day, though who he was more pissed of with is the question. His brother Robbie or the drug dealer Ste Hay. Both lost him a couple of quid, well more than a couple but that's hardly the point. The fact they lost him money, even if it was one penny than they still wouldn't have done the job right.
"Oi!" Freddie hissed, when he seen his brother Robbie walking down the road. Chatting to some girl he fancied from college; though the girl didn't seem interested as she seemed to be trying to think of an excuse to leave for the last few minutes.
"What?" Robbie asked.
"Never mind what, you have lost me money" Freddie replied as he walked over. The girl finally finding the reason to leave as she pushed him of her and walked down the road.
"I see you later and I hope I see them later as well" Robbie said, she scoffed as she zipped up her jacket with disgust.
"You lost me money" Freddie snarled, as he pulled him towards the fountain; ducking his head in and taking it out again after a few moments.
"You prick" Robbie spoke, making him duck his head again though he took it out a few moments later again.
"Where is my money?" Freddie asked.
"I don't know, Ste got it" Robbie insisted.
"You don't know? Or Ste got it? Which one?" Freddie asked.
"Ste got it" Robbie answered, he was fifty percent sure.
"Right" Freddie said, he looked at Maxine on his way over. He wouldn't 'mind a piece of that' as he looked at her as she walked down the road before storming over to the club; he kicked it open and stormed up the stairs.
"Oi!" Freddie yelled,as he seen Ste looking at a picture on his phone. Before he could put the phone away, he seen Freddie snatch it.
"Give it back" Ste hissed.
"Never mind looking at you and mustache; where's my money?" Freddie asked, still holding onto the phone.
"I haven't got it" Ste lied, he didn't need much more; just another fifty quid and he got the money for the club.
"Yeah you have; Robbie hasn't got it so you must 'ave it; you give it me back otherwise I delete this picture of ya phone" Freddie commented, as his finger was on the button which if he clicked. The photo would be gone.
"You wouldn't" Ste nervously replied.
"Wouldn't I?" Freddie asked, his finger pressing down more firmly.
"I got some mates inside; I'm sure if I paid them the right price they beat up mustache" Freddie made the threat; it wasn't a promise though deleting the photo was a promise.
"Okay, okay" Ste breathed, passing him the money. Freddie deleted the picture of his phone as soon as he grabbed the money.
"Oops" Freddie mocked, passing him back the phone.
"What you do that for!" Ste yelled, as he looked down on the phone.
"You were going to nick my money Ste; I needed to teach you a lesson; so next time you try to pocket me money than the real moustache will be deleted; lets just say that yeah" Freddie gritted his teeth before going down the stairs.
"Bastard" Ste hissed, as he went through his phone. Lucky for him, he had the same picture. Freddie never checked the drafts, he also never checked down below. Ste was smarter than he thought as he went down to collect his drugs money. He never took the drugs money, just the remains of his deli money.
Ste went back to looking at the picture, feeling safe enough that Freddie wouldn't notice the difference between the deli money and the drugs money. The drugs money had ten quid extra, not much so hopefully not enough for Freddie to notice. He put his phone back in his pocket, walking across to the office and shutting the door behind himself. As he dialed the familiar number.
Hi! This is Amy, busy right now. Leave a message after the beep.
Ste signed, he wants to talk to her. If she did come back, then she won't be happy with him going back to his old lifestyle. Though Leah and Lucas would make him stop doing all this drug business. He stopped for them before after all.
Ste stood up again, walking down the stairs. He shook his head, as Freddie left the door open. Imbecile! Anybody could have walked in. Ste walked out, shutting the door behind himself. Paul Browning walked over, with Mercedes Fisher lagging behind him.
"What do you want now? I've not got your blood money" Ste snarled.
"It's not about that; it's about the club" Paul started.
"What about it?" Ste asked.
"Its mine" Paul admitted.
"Yeah, so move out of our way; besides you have nothing in there now" Mercedes had no shame.
"You know what if you weren't a woman" Ste was cut of.
"You hit me? That hasn't stopped you hurting women before; remember Amy" Mercedes snarled.