Hey everyone, its been a while. Hope you all like the new chapter. New one hopefully coming out soon. Working on the next chapter, so it should be out in a week or so. Enjoy.
Rex pulled up in front of the Neptune, grabbing a duffel bag filled with cash on the way out of his car. As he approached the door, a group of people ran from the building. Walking inside, he overheard yelling coming from where Two chin usually sits. As he looked over, he saw Two chin and another man holding each other at gunpoint, shouting at each other, with another man seated calmly at the booth. The man sitting in the booth appeared to be fairly old, his grey hairs being a strong indicator in that area. His face had a number of scars from his years of conflict, and he had a rather dishevelled look about him. He dressed formally, a stark comparison when seated next to Two chin. The man next to him was young. A man of colour, he dressed in dark clothing, clearly favouring to look inconspicuous. He was holding a sawn off shotgun at Two chins face. The old man spoke first.
"Now, Walter, the cartel has been more than reasonable with you. We have taken care of you for long enough. We demand that you repay us, and increase our cut of your sales to thirty percent."
"THIRTY FUCKING PERCENT? NO, YOU HAVN' DONE SHIT FOR ME EXCEPT TAKE MY MONEY! I OWE YOU ALL NOTHING!" Two chin replied.
"Walter, please. Calm down. We are businessmen after all. Wouldn't want Ezekiel here to have to hurt you. So, Walter. You have our demands. Please comply, otherwise," The man's voice became extremely serious and slowed down somewhat, "I will kill your wife. I will kill your daughter. I will kill your infant child. Ezekiel, let's go. Don Elagio is waiting on our word."
The man stood up and walked out of the building with his guard. Rex began to walk toward Two chin, but accidently bumped into the man.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. I didn't see you."
"It's fine. Wait, you seem new here. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hector. I'm a friend of Mr. Rein. We were just discussing some business, I hope you don't mind. It's… Rex, right?"
"Yeah, yeah it's Rex. How did you know?"
"It shouldn't come as a surprise to you, but Walter likes to talk. He told me a lot about you. Apparently, you're some cook who likes his own work too much."
"Really? Two chin said that?"
"Yes, he did. He also told me about your friend, Alex. Told me about your troubles. About how he is exploiting you for his personal gain. That man you're working with, he has a big mouth."
As the man finished speaking, he made a gesture towards his guard and left the building. Rex began walking over to Two chin, who had begun to start crushing up a rock of coke.
"Two chin, sir. I brought the money."
"Hm? Ah, Rex. H-Hold on. I just need to crush this up…"
Rex slammed his hand down on the table, making Two chin cut his hand with the razor blade he was using to cut up the coke.
"What the fuck Rex? What the fuck?"
"You told him about Alex? You told him about my addictions? YOU'RE FUCKING EXPLOITING ME?"
Two chin became alert and began to reach for his gun. "Rex, calm the fuck down. I'm not exploiting you. Whatever Hector told you, it was a lie. He's trying to create a divide between us. I know he wants me dead. He's trying to get you to do it for him."
"Shut the fuck up, you sick fucking bastard. I'm done working for you. No more meth going into your business, and I know that nobody in your crew knows how to cook shit as good as mine. I'm fucking done. Take the money, and I never want to see you again."
Rex threw the duffel bag onto the table and left for his car.
As he got home, he collapsed on the bed and tried to sleep. But, despite all that he tried, he kept seeing the face of the man he shot, and the face of Gonza, pleading for help before Smile murdered him. They haunted Rex, never leaving his brain. Rex couldn't sleep. Nothing worked. Not even his usual method of smoking weed and then drinking until he threw up. Finally, he did get to sleep simply due to exhaustion, but he only slept for a few hours. Upon waking up, he realised that it was too quiet. He grabbed his phone and dialled up two old friends of his. Jesse and Matthew. They were good people, at least to Rex. Matthew was the one who introduced Rex to Alex at one of Rex's parties. Rex was getting paranoid of his house, as he had frequently seen suspicious vehicles passing by, and Alex was simply looking to get out of his current living arrangements. The two of them decided to move in together, as Rex could easily help to pay the rent, and the two of them had been good friends since then. Jesse was also a close friend of Rex. The two of them had been friends since high school, and they had frequently gotten themselves into trouble together. After waiting for a while, the pair arrived at Rex's house, complimenting what Rex had done with the place. Giving them a tour, Rex showed off the inbuilt sound system, turning the volume up to extreme levels. After admiring the sound for a while, the group sat themselves down and relaxed on Rex's couch for a while, smoking some weed periodically. After quite a time of doing nothing, Rex pulled out roughly half a pound of both meth and cocaine in individual baggies from his pockets, as well as from underneath the couch cushions. The pair were surprised to this, while Rex remained apathetic.
"What are you bitches waiting for? Smoke up. Take a bump. I don't give a fuck man. Look, I'll fucking cut it up for you."
Rex left for the kitchen and returned with a knife. He began to crush up the cocaine and the meth, turning both into lines to be snorted. Rolling up a dollar bill, he snorted a line and then passed it to Matthew, who declined.
"Seriously bitch? Fine. Jesse, my man, yo, I know you wont pussy out on me like this little bitch did."
Jesse cautiously grabbed the bill from Rex and bent down. After taking a line, he shot up, recoiling from the intensity of the bump.
"Yo, good shit, right? Hey, call up some friends you two. I'm gonna go cook, and when I get back, I want this place to be a fucking party, alright? Here," Rex pulled roughly $200 from his pocket. "Buy everyone some pizza and liquor while you're at it. C'mon bitches, lets get this shit going!"
Rex left for the basement to cook some more meth while Jesse and Matthew grabbed their phones and called up some people they knew. From the basement, Rex could hear the music blasting out and the people shouting. It made him feel at ease. He wasn't alone. The cook was done fairly quickly, with Rex bagging the pound and putting in a duffel bag to bring to Smile later. Heading upstairs, the party was in full swing. People were shoulder to shoulder dancing, and there were people sitting on the couch, eating, drinking and smoking. The stereo was blaring music, and Rex slid into the mix of people. There were people he didn't know, people he'd never seen before, but it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that he wasn't alone. As Rex was dancing, he heard the doorbell ring. Retiring from the party to answer it, he opened the door to see a large man standing there.
"Two chin wants your presence." He said.
"Well, that's a fucking shame, because I don't want Two chin to be in my presence. So if that's all you wanted, I got some bitch I've never seen before ready to get on my dick, so if you'd excuse me, I'd rather be there."
"You don't understand Rex. Two chin wants you. Two chin gets you."
"Um, how about no. Two chin doesn't fucking get me, because I don't want him to. Now, fuck off, get the fuck off my property."
Rex slammed the door in the man's face and returned to the party. Finding the woman he was dancing with before, he grabbed her hand and led her upstairs. As the pair were getting undressed, Rex grabbed his pipe and started smoking. After a while, Rex climbed off the bed and got dressed.
"Hey, yo, I'm just going to go do some shit for work. I'll be right back. Yo, go order us some pizzas and meth and whatever you want, alright? Keep this shit going." He said to the woman. He grabbed around $300 from a cabinet in his room and threw it at her. He then grabbed a plastic bag filled with meth and got in his car, turning up the volume on his speakers as he left.
Hey look at that, a shitty cliffhanger for the sake of having one. Anyway, leave a comment if you enjoyed it and want to see me improve. Please let me know what criticism you have so I can work on them, and until next time, peace out.