Arnold's heart was beating hard again. Even though he looked calm on the outside, he was awash with fears on the inside. He couldn't help it. He had been part of teams to execute search warrants plenty of times, but they still got him nervous, they still got his adrenaline going. This one got him extra nervous because they were going to the home of a well known dealer connected to the Lord of Dogtown, and he was a man known to be heavily armed.
Things were starting to get tense on the streets; arrests for drug possession had spiked dramatically, enough for the city to seem bathed in drugs. In other cities it was the same: a sudden influx of drugs. Arnold supposed Hillwood was lucky in that the Lord controlled the whole city and there were no cracks for other gangs to infiltrate. Gang wars were about to explode in other cities, because the Lord was sticking his fingers into areas that had long been controlled by other factions. Piras had recognised that and had done his best to work with the gangs while still maximising profit for himself, but whoever was on top now seemed to want complete control.
Arnold looked over at Gerald as they pulled up to the run-down house. He took one deep breath and burst out of the car, gun drawn. Both of them sprinted behind the more heavily protected officers. "Go go go go go go go!" Someone kicked open the door, screaming "Police search warrant!"
Arnold's nerves were on edge. His eyes roved everywhere as police fanned through the house, searching for inhabitants. Suddenly, gunshots were fired and shouts exploded from one of the bedrooms. Arnold was about to rush to assist, but he had just entered a room where a young woman was. Her lips were puckered and cheeks full; she looked just about to swallow something.
He rushed over to her and gripped her neck, struggling to keep his left side away from her hands. The woman's eyes widened when she realized she couldn't swallow. Another officer came over and assisted Arnold in handcuffing the woman. Arnold worked on getting her to spit out what was in her mouth.
Finally, she did. It was a small, plastic bag of heroin. Arnold closed his eyes for a second, then took the bag of heroin and the woman, bringing them to a more central location.
The house was a flurry of activity. Officers were turning over furniture and opening drawers, furiously searching the house. One officer was getting treated on-scene for what looked to be a graze from a bullet. Arnold put the bag of heroin on the coffee table, where a pile of drugs was forming. There were bags of marijuana, kilos of coke that had yet to be packaged, and hundreds of pills. This was the biggest amount of drugs that Arnold had ever seen and it was almost making him sick, knowing that it was about to go out on the street.
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"Lucky said Pendle just got busted," Marley was chewing on a cigar while he, Vince, and Sid talked. "They just got the warrant today. He's probably getting his house raided right now."
"Son of a bitch! I should kill that cocksucker for getting his ass caught," Sid swirled the contents of his highball class around.
"I'm sure he's feelin' pretty bad right now, watching the fuzz tear up his house," Vince shuffled through handwritten notes. "So, who's gonna take over Pendle's responsibilities? He distributed to dealers all over that south side and suburbs, and that's one of our biggest areas."
"I don't know, move Jefferson up and bring Thurston over," Sid drained his glass.
"Thurston's got such a record, we'd be boned if he was caught over there," Marley said. "He'd get arrested as soon as he set foot on the south side."
"Then just let Jefferson do it, he's a smart kid and can handle it."
"All right. I'll get the call out," Vince made a note.
"Now lay it out, what are the numbers this week?" Sid lit up a cigarette.
Marley handed Sid a large stack of detailed sales reports. Sid overlooked them all, his cigarette growing smaller as it smouldered down. Finally, he set the papers down and let out a string of curse words.
"Why isn't all that coke gone? It's all over the east coast, it should have sold!"
"You fuckin' know we took a gamble, it's only been sellin' steady. It'll be gone by next week. Besides, that's been covered by pills and prescription stuff, you really got to get more of those. We got demand we can't meet," Vince said.
"Fine, fine," Sid took a look at the papers again. "Get more painkillers, Adderall, whatever's selling good. Meet the fucking demand."
"You got it, boss. What are we going to do about meth? It's a market we can't get into, it's already too established for even us to take control."
"I'm not worried about it, getting control of the meth market would only be the icing on an already profitable cake. Try seeing if we can be the... protection for them. Y'know, they give us some of their profits for our power... our lawyers. We can buy off anybody at the right price or notion."
"Now what do we want to do about gang relations... we lost three men in a fight in Trenton yesterday."
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Arnold rubbed his head. It had been a rough day. But he was off patrol now and all he had to do was turn in the day's reports and he could go home. The station was still a flurry of activity, as it was a Friday night and things were hot. However, the corridor he was walking down was deserted.
As he passed someone's office, he heard something that caught his ear.
"Now just remember our sweet little chat, Harry, and every Friday, this dough is yours. Every Friday. Isn't it a month's salary?"
"I'll remember, now just get out of here," a disheartened voice said.
Arnold swallowed and started walking again, his grip on the folder a little tighter. The door to the office opened and a man he had never seen before strolled out.
"What are you looking at, football head?" he spat.
"Nothing," Arnold said, noting that the man's uniform seemed off.
"Keep it that way," the man strode down the hallway and out of sight.
Arnold wondered if he should report this, but the man, Harry Iverson, was the darling of the police force. If Arnold said anything, it would be shrugged off. He let out a sigh, he had always had a feeling that there was widespread corruption of the force, but now, he just had solid proof of it. It only disheartened him knowing that even if he said something about it, it wouldn't be looked into.
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Tonight was going to be a fun night, Sid knew. Normally, it wasn't his style to call a night spent with whores fun, but he was celebrating a special day today, Marley's birthday. They had already had an extravagant dinner at the best restaurant in town and now it was time for some good old-fashioned fun.
They knew the owner of the strip club personally, he was a long time friend of their organization. The man was old and hunched now, with a fondness for morphine. His name was Yves and he had a keen eye for beauty and a keen mouth for convincing. Sid had never been disappointed by one of his girls.
The entire club was full of men sipping drinks and getting their fill of sensuality. Yves lead their group to a small, private room in the back. It was their room. No one else was ever allowed in here. The room was warmly lit and plushly furnished, it was comfortable, but there was still enough room to move around.
In honour of his special day, Sid sat Marley in the chair that was usually reserved for Sid himself. Sid thought that perhaps Marley looked happy, but it was tough to tell with that man, who was perfect at keeping his face stoic. Once everyone was seated, drinks were served. Yves saw to it that everyone in the group was settled before taking his leave to send in the girls.
"You will not believe these ladies, Callaghan," Sid said to Marley. "I hand-picked them."
Marley grunted and took a sip of his beer. "Then they'll be mind-blowing, Sir."
"You got it," Sid grinned and finished his rum and coke.
Today he had loosened up a little and dressed like the attractive man he knew he was. A loose black sweater draped his torso, exposing hints of the toned chest beneath. Leather bracelets wrapped around his wrists that lead to hands decorated with thick silver rings. He wore slim boot-cut khakis, the tapered leg ending with winkle-picker clad feet. With sunglasses on to his his eyes and several days worth of stubble on his hollowed cheeks, Sid knew he could have the pick of any one of the fine ladies Yves was about to send in. But the finest would be Marley's.
Sid leaned back in the chair when the lights dimmed. With a thumb resting on his chin and a forefinger on his cheek, he watched the women stride in. They all looked similar to each other: long legs, tan, and busty, with lithe bodies.
A woman with dark, flowing hair and captivating grey eyes strode up to Marley, sitting down in his lap.
"So, you're the birthday boy?" she smiled and let her eyes flash at Marley.
"I am," Marley answered, still as stoic as ever.
"Well, then we have a treat for you," her voice was a low purr.
The music started. Marley sat back and watched as the woman gave him the best lap dance Sid had ever seen. The other women provided entertainment for the other men, dancing suggestively and performing pole dances. Fuck, these ladies were good. And Sid meant it, he already felt his need pressing against his pants.
The need only got stronger as he watched their gyrating hips and shaking breasts, seeing their dishevelled hair cling to their glossed lips and sweat appear on their chests. He wanted to be in them, he wanted them to be full of his cock, he wanted to make them scream. He didn't care if it was from pain or pleasure.
One by one, the ladies disappeared with a member of their party for an even more private dance. Marley vanished with the girl who had captivating grey eyes. Sid was jealous, but it was Marley's birthday after all. Finally, he was the last one left in the room. The last dancer cocked her head sideways slightly and gave him a coy smile, stretching her red lips wide. Sid bet those lips could take his cock.
He sent an equally coy smile back and got up, following the woman up to a small room with a tiny, but comfortable looking bed. She shut the door and pushed Sid back onto the bed with the tips of her manicured fingers. Sid leaned back against the wall and watched her dance. Slowly, seductively, pieces of clothing were stripped away until she was completely naked.
At that point, Sid couldn't stand it any more. He rose up from the bed and in a deft motion had cornered the dancer. Sid pinned the girl against the wall by the wrist, heavily grinding his hips against hers. She let out a surprised noise. Sid placed a few hungry kisses on her neck.
"I don't know if Yves has told you... but I am a very important man, and I always get what I want, and right now, I want you," Sid grabbed her hand and placed it just above the small of his back, so she could feel the handle of his pistol.
The girl let out another surprised noise and began to tremble. Sid didn't care. He captured her mouth in a rough kiss, sucking on her beautiful glossed lips, biting them. He dug his nails into her back until they came back grazed with her blood. Once he had satisfied himself with that, he threw her on the bed and undressed, exposing his hard member.
After fondling the girl roughly for a few minutes, Sid pushed her up against the wall and plunged into her, moving his hips at a pace which felt fantastic for him, but that he knew was painful for the girl. Sid grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, pulling her hair as hard as he was slamming into her. He continued with her until she started screaming. It was music to Sid's ears.
When he had had his fill of her, Sid got dressed again and left her shaking in the bed.
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I'm on spring break, hooray! Also, yes, this is a little more explicit than I usually write, but then again, this story is in general more explicit that I usually write. That's why it's rated M.
Sid's a horrible man and Hillwood is a crapsack world, indeed.
Edit 6/25/11: Fixed mistakes and changed the wording of a few areas.
