*Bradley*
It's been two days since Blossom stood up to him and Brick pissed him off even more after last nights performance, instead of partying the way he wanted to he ended up fixing the front door. Since he basically lives at the cabin now Brandon and Ben shared their apartment in Villetown Bradley just came to visit and go over the new game plan for the next couple weeks until he can find the next suitable person to use his lab. But who else knows how to use it better than Blossom?
He couldn't help but think of the pink Puff day and night, he keeps replaying the moment she called him bluff, my God she was so hot he lightly chewed his bottom lip thinking what would've happen if he leaned closer to kiss her, would she have kissed back? He regrets not ever knowing, but it's not too late to find out...
"So what's the plan?" He heard, bringing his head back to reality. He looked across the table to see Brandon and Ben had their signature coloured backpacks on but he was that dazed thinking about Blossom he doesn't even know who asked the question.
"Plan is that it's just us dealing right now, no kids or other people involved, just us. You are the only two people I can trust right now, so business as usual so the clients know we're not out of business." Bradley said as he checked his red backpack ensuring all his drugs were there.
"Man, Golden Panthers are already taking majority of our business from Townsville." Brandon moaned.
This was true, since the Rowdyrock have been keeping low-key other gangs such as the Golden Panthers have noticed and took it to their advantage by stealing their customers. We need to gain them back he thought but his mind was doing that much over-time he couldn't even think straight.
"We'll circle back to Golden Panthers another time. Let's just focus on our regulars right now. You guys know the score; blind spots and familiar faces only." Bradley ordered as he zipped up his bag, placing it over his shoulder.
"Hey, where's the molly at?" Ben questioned as he confusingly rummaged through his bag
"We don't deal molly no more.'' Bradley said causing Brandon and Ben to glance up at their oldest sibling
"You don't say," Brandon said not sounding surprised, "what happened with Pinky?..." he asked with curiosity in his voice.
"She's gone." The red Rock stated, not making eye contact with anyone.
"Dude, what do you mean she's gone?" Ben asked in disbelief
"She called my bluff and she left, what else can I say?" Bradley snapped back
"What are we gonna do if our customer wants some molly?" Brandon asked
"We'll get someone new when things pick back up, no big deal." The red Rock shrugged
"But mollys our best seller-" Ben added until his red brother snapped
"-Jesus, we've got weed, we've got meth, we've got cocaine, we even have heroin with clean fucking syringes just work with what we've got!"
"'Aight, damn. No need to go off the rails." Ben muttered
Bradley had to roll his eyes before looking at his brothers, "Just stick to the plan and we'll figure something out later. So remember..." he said while he pointed at Ben
"Blind spots" Ben stated
Now Bradley pointed at Brandon, "And familiar faces only."
"Good. Okay so we'll take different areas, Ben you take Glassville, Brandon you take Townsville and I'll take Villetown."
"C'mon y'know Glassville's just crawling with college students what's the point selling if there's no molly? And I'll sell out of weed in a heartbeat." Ben whined
"Townsville's dead and Golden Panthers already -"
"I don't want to fucking hear it! Brandon, give Ben half of your weed right now." The red eyed Ruff barked
"You expecting me to be movin' dime bags?" Brandon asked scornfully, raising a brow with an attitude.
"Guys, this is only temporary I'll work on something just give me time." He huffed as he slung his backpack over his shoulders before pulling his hood up.
He could hear his brothers grouse as he left the apartment, idiots he rolled his eyes as he exited the building looking up at the grey clouds above him. Villetown's always dull, birds hardly ever chirp and the governments corrupted with every gang in this city. This place is a shit show he was hoping to move on to bigger things, he still could but...I need her..
What was he thinking? He shook the idea out of his head as he walked on, I can make it without her, fuck her he placed his hands in his pockets as he took out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. He lit as he inhaled the toxic that controlled his anxiety at times like these. He walked around the corner to bump into a blonde with a cream baby stroller, "Shit, my bad." He apologised until he looked at the woman as he raised a brow, "Brat?" He whispered in surprise.
"Oh, hi Bradley. Haven't seen you around for a while." The blue Punk commented
Bradley looked at at the girl and noticed she wasn't in her usual blue too-tight too-short outfit. Instead she wore a pair of black Adidas joggers with a light blue jacket, her hair was tied back and her skin was glowing. He then noticed the baby stroller, "You've got a kid?" He asked as he took a peak in the stroller to see a beautiful newborn baby sleeping soundly.
Brat smiled as she uncovered the baby's face, "His name's Bryce, he's 4 weeks old. He weighed 7oz when he was born, now he's gained another 5 last week he's just growing up so quick already." She said as she cheerfully scrunched her nose
Bryce wriggled, waking up slowly opening his eyes, "Who's the dad?" Bradley asked as he smiled at the baby awakening.
"It's definitely Michael, you can't see it now but he's developing like a dark shade of brown colour in his eyes when he fully opens them, they are 100% Michael's eyes without a doubt."
"Well he looks beautiful, congratulations. Here, this is for diapers...or milk or whatever babies need." He said taking a 50 out of his back pocket handing it to the blonde.
Brat looked at the red Rock before taking the money, "Gee, thanks Brad. So far, you've done a lot more than his actual dad." Brat stated before rolling her eyes.
Bradley scoffed before shaking his head at the girl, "What a dick. Anyway, I gotta head make sure you and the little man take care." He said as he was ready to take his leave before looking back at Bryce and noticing something out of place, wait those aren't dark brown eyes he thought narrowing his own eyes. The baby's eyes were quite dark but they weren't very brown they were more...purple? Wait a second...
Before Berserk left Villetown for Townsville she found him and Brat in bed together which caused her to go back in Brick's arms...that ain't Michael's kid he thought to himself as he continued to walk and not look back.
He walked a little further while working out the months prior to this date; So if it's nearly February right now that means I slept with Brat...just a little over nine months -FUCK. He cursed himself, nobody needs to know...
He walked on a little further until he felt his phone vibrating, he reached for his pocket while checking the caller ID before answering, "Yo Colin, talk to me."
"Yo, I just busted into the evidence locker and I couldn't find no letter. It doesn't look like the cops got anything on you, bro."
That fucking bitch lied, Bradley thought angrily to himself, "Thanks for looking into it for me. Do the cops know you busted into the evidence locker?"
He heard Colin scoff before answering, "Nah man, what kind of question is that? That's like asking if the popes Catholic." He chucked
"Good cause we're trying to keep low-key as possible, what's the update with the youth centre."
"Cops are still all over that like roaches"
"Shit, I need a new game plan and fast." Bradley huffed as he felt the stress coming back to him, how else can he sell drugs with more people involved but also staying under the governments radar?
"You'll think of something, man. You always do."
"Thanks for the update, Col. I'll call you as soon as I come up with something."
"I'll be waiting." And with that being said Bradley ended the call before placing his phone back in his pocket and taking the last remaining drags on his joints before tossing the roach away.
*Brandon*
The weather was just as grey and dim in Townsville as Brandon strolled through the outskirts towards his usual spot. When he was first dealing in Townsville he thought it would be better to stick to the rough neighbourhoods, less cops and easy customers. There's this one neighbourhood Brandon never entered until he started dealing meth and smack, the neighbourhood was basically Junkieland to anyone who lived in the suburbs of Townsville.
Brandon usually stands at a corner of an alleyway, he always finds someone needing something there but when he turned the corner his eyes widen as he seen a couple of guys took his turf! Motherfuckers he cursed to himself. He noticed there were two guys wearing a black windbreaker with a gold stripe on each sleeves, Golden Panthers he growled in disgust, what gave them the right to take his turf like that? The green ruff sucked his teeth before walking on, there wasn't much point in starting anything.
When he walked a little further he noticed a familiar black Range Rover parked at the top of the street, my God she sticks out like a sore thumb he looked around detecting the premises before approaching the drivers side of the car.
Sarah hadn't even noticed him yet but he noticed she was spaced out. He knocked on the window, startling the agent with a jump before she rolled down the window, "What do you want?" She snapped, eyes red and swelled like she'd been crying.
"Bitch, I just came here to tell you you ain't doin' a good job 'blending in'...that's if you're undercover, why else would you be down these neck of the woods?"
She wiped her tearstained cheek before looking away in silence.
Brandon tilted his head before narrowing his eyes, "You're not on a job, are you?"
She squeezed her eyes shut before wiping both eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of her oversized jersey. "Something happened at home and Terrance ran away again. He was clean, he was doing fine until-" she stopped herself as she was on the edge of sobbing.
The green Rock heavily sighed before looking around again, "Let me guess, Golden Panthers sold to him?" He asked rhetorically, already know the answer because why else would she be here?
"He hasn't been home in two days, I know that's nothing; there's been times he lefts for months but I have a gut feeling that maybe something might've happen to him..." she choked out, looking the other way feeling embarrassed and hopeless.
Brandon looked at the grieving mother in sympathy but also in envy, he's never had a mother to care for his well-being when growing up, ungrateful shit. However, he also thought of an idea may as well get two birds with the one stone, "Listen, I might be able to help you but you're gonna have to do something for me."
Sarah looked up at the raven-haired boy with a look of hope and concern mixed in her face, "I can't do any more favours. I'm still waiting for Professor X to hand herself in! That was the deal." She snapped
"Professor X wasn't the original deal and you know that. Look, I know you don't play dirty like the other cops but you're gonna have to help me out if you want to see your son again." He placed his hands in his pockets, not looking so fussed whether she accepts or not.
"What do I have to do?"
He smirked, "There's a couple Golden Panthers boys round the corner if you call it in and get them off my turf it gives me power round the area, if I see Terrance around I'll let you know."
"That deal sounds more beneficial to you than me."
"You know he's here and so do I, if there's one dealer in the area would you rather it being them or me? You know I won't sell him you already had my word on it but Golden Panthers ain't gonna do deals with no cop" he scoffed
Sarah didn't even consider a second before picking up her car radio, "Agent no. 986311 I've received an anonymous tip of suspicions of dealing out town Alyson Lane, Bellgrove Bloom, Townsville TW42."
There was a couple seconds of silence before a mans voice responded, "Officer no. 759823 I'm near the area, I'll check it out."
"Copy that." She said before adjusting the radio back, "How will I know he's with you?" She asked as she started her car
"You won't, I'll find you. Go home, get some rest." He said as he put his hood up, backing away from the car and towards another street.
He waited by a bus stop while watching random YouTube videos on his phone and smoking a cigarette. He waited maybe 20 minutes before he heard sirens travelling away the nearby area, his assumption the cops made their arrest now going back to the station, it's show time he smirked. He got up from the bench and made his way back at his usual spot.
The day was slow to start off with but the sun was going down and the evening was hitting Brandon moved a good percent of the drugs from his bag, mostly weed and coke, how the hell am I gonna move the meth and smack? He wondered. He looked around and seen one of his usual customer lurking around the lane, "Janine?" He called
The woman popped her head round, "Hey it's the Candyman! I thought you were out of business" the lady commented. She was a short woman, maybe about 5'2. She had greasy dark hair which was tied back, she wore worn-out clothes and her face was bruised and battered.
"Do I look out of business, sweet cheeks?" He smirked and winked as his hands were in his green combat jacket. "What happened to your face? Your man didn't hit you again, did he?" He questioned.
"Oh no, not this time. This was the Golden Panthers work." She said as she pointed to her bruises.
"I guess the question is why did they do it?" He raised a brow while folding his arms and leaning back on the brick wall.
Janine shrugged, "Was trying to take the drugs when they weren't looking...I didn't have the money at the time-"
"So you decided to jump the Golden Panthers?" Brandon cackled in amusement, Janine always had some set of balls but never he assumed they'd be big enough to rob a dealer.
She rolled her eyes, "Listen, Candyman, can you help me or not?"
"Sure, what you looking for?" He asked as he took off his bag
"A teenth of meth." She said as she rubbed her hands, getting excited like it's Christmas
"That'll be 30." He said while showing Janine the product, a bag that already had 1.75g in it.
"Uhhh yeah...about that..."
Brandon placed the drugs in his pocket, "ye know the script, Janine. No payment, no drugs." He said simply
"I do have cash but it's at a friends, we've got tons of cash!" She said in desperation
"Oh yeah...how much?"
"ATM worth..."
"Wait, what?" He blinked, "you're telling me that you've got an ATM machine that you and your buddy stole, no doubt."
"Well, yeah it's just trying to get the fucker open." Janine moaned
Brandon chuckled before shaking his head, "Girl, you are fucking crazy" he laughed, "Okay, I'll make you a deal; you take me to your friends house and let me take the money and consider everything in this bag as yours."
Janine's eyes lit up like fireworks as she showed a grin, showing her one tooth she's got left. "Deal, come with me."
Brandon watched his back as he followed Janine barely two blocks from where they were. They appeared in front of a house with an abandoned sofa bed on the front lawn, ugh, typical trap house he thought as he watched a couple skater guys spraying graffiti the corner of the house. A trap house was basically where the junkies of the area went to hang out, no one ever knows the owner of a trap house and it always stinks of shit. Brandon always tried his hardest to stay away from a trap house but right now it was desperate times.
He entered the house seeing a couple people passed out in the hallway. They made a swift right into the living area of the house, wallpapers ripped from the walls and vandalised with graffiti. The carpets had patches torn from it however, there was a massive dent that held a typical 7/11 ATM machine Brandon dropped his jaws at the sight, "How did you manage to carry that all the way her-" he stopped when he saw a sack truck at the corner of the room and sighed.
"Well, well, if it ain't the Candyman." He heard someone coming into the room. He turned his head to to one of the junkies of the neighbourhood.
"Miss me?" Brandon raised a brow in sarcasm
"I miss the drugs dawg, those Golden Panthers mix their gold with so much shit I'd rather OD by the end of it." The man said as he stepped closer towards the green Rock as another man entered with a knife, "but something tells me you want some of that money."
Brandon used his green laser beam to knock the knife out of the mans hand and used his super speed to dash towards the knife lifting towards the junkies throat, "Clearly, you don't know what you're dealing with so let me straighten things up; don't you ever come at a Rowdyrock like that again." He spat, "I'm not here to take some of the money, I'm here to take all of it. I was nice enough to offer some fix in return but offers off the table now."
"No, Candyman don't listen to him!" Janine cried, "if you can bust the fucking thing open then take what you want but please, please just leave me my fix!"
"I'm s-sorry man, I didn't mean-" before the first man could finish his sentence the second man ran away before being caught. Brandon had to smirk at the sight before throwing the first man out of the room, "and I'm keeping this since you acted like a cunt." He said waving his new pocket knife he just claimed as he watched the man scramble out his sights.
He looked over at Janine who hid in the corner, he sighed as he made his way towards the ATM machine using his strength to pull the solid door off its hinges until he heard a metal breaking. He managed to swing the safe door off to see all the money, like a hundred stars in the night sky, too pretty to touch. He smirked before walking towards the trembling woman while taking off his backpack and dropping everything out and leaving it by her side and winking, "A deals a deal, sweet cheeks."
He walked back to the machine filling his bag with the highest dollar bills, he made room for all he could until there was there were only a couple dollar bills left in the machine.
When he made his way back into the hallway there was only one person passed out instead of two, he walked by the body before noticing the red flannel and doing a double take. You've got to be kidding me, he thought before leaning over the body, he turned the man who revealed to be Terrance, shit, please don't tell me he's overdosed...he sighed in relief when he felt a pulse on his neck. He lifted Terrance and carried him over his shoulders before leaving the premises.
*Ben*
The blonde Rock lingered around the dorm entrance of Glassville University and just as he suspected, as soon as the students noticed him he sold out of weed and have been asked numerous times now when he's stocking up on molly. He looked through his backpack and seen he still had a lot of meth and heroin to move, what students gonna inject themselves with smack? He thought pointlessly as he placed the bag strap over his shoulders.
He decided to leave the university premises and try another area, he doesn't know Glassville well compared to Townsville and Villetown, why do I always get left with the shitty areas? He huffed in frustration before turning the corner. He noticed a familiar young teen by himself wearing a black SnapBack, Ben lightly whistled as he grabbed the boys attention.
Rio turned his head spotting Ben as he curved his lips while approaching the blue Rock, "Sup, bro. Hows it goin'?" He greeted while doing a bro handshake with Ben
"Yeah, same shit different day. How's things with you, little man?" Ben asked as he reached in his pocket for a cigarette.
"Stuck in probation, their checking with my school and youth worker day and night, you back in business?" Rio asked as he leaned on the wall next to Ben
"Meh, sort of. Only dealing to regulars until we're given the green light." Ben shrugged
"Need a spare dealer?" Rio offered as he crossed his arms.
"No offence kid but DEA are all over your ass right now. Once things settle down we'll give you a call." Ben said as he lit his cigarette
"In the meantime mind if I ask you for a favour?" Rio looked down to the ground almost being embarrassed to ask.
"You want a smoke?" Ben guessed as he opened the packet of cigarettes offering Rio one.
"Nah, do you mind if I can borrow ten dollars- I'll pay you back though." Rio asked, keeping his head down from the embarrassment.
"Why do you need ten dollars for?" Ben asked as he inhaled again
"Breakfast. There's no food in the house and my moms been out all weekend so I don't know when she's coming back."
Ben didn't have to think twice, him and his brothers have been there before when they hadn't eaten in days. He reached into his pocket for a wallet, Damn shame these kids had it; regular pay, food in their belly and clothes on their back and now they're back to square one. "Here's a 20 kid, you can pay me back when I get a job sorted for you."
"Gee, thanks Ben." Rio looked to the blue Rock in disbelief as he bashfully took the money
"Gotta look after our own, right?" Ben replied
"Right. Wish Boomer could see it that way instead of talking to the cops." Rio said as he was about to turn around
Ben blinked at the response, "Wait, what did you say?"
"I wish my youth worker, Boomer could see me dealing as an opportunity the way you guys do, I mean he use to deal before, right?" Rio answered back, unsure if that's what Ben was wanting to hear.
"No kid, what did you say about him talking to the cops?"
"Oh that, yeah since I got arrested the cops and Boomer are sorta working together, I guess?"
"What do you mean working together?" Ben asked as he stood up straight
"Keeping an eye on the youth centre, making sure none of us are dealing, ye know that kinda stuff." Rio shrugged as he fixed his hat straight.
"Right...you take care kid." Ben said as he started to walk straight past him as his royal blue eyes darkened, expressing anger and rage.
"Hey! Can I still bump a smoke?!" Rio called after him.