rancidamy: I've already started the sequel that goes along with the film! I'll post it along with the last chapter of this, probably tomorrow! Glad you like it!
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Marco and Veronica spent the rest of the afternoon playing house and found themselves falling asleep in each other's arms. Marco roused when his phone rang continuously. "What?" He spat into the receiver.
"Marco." It was Jimmy on the other end. "Marco, it's bad, man. I need your help."
"Can't it wait?"
"No, boss. It's bad, really bad."
"Fuck." Marco muttered, looking over at Veronica curled up in his bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I'll be there in a few minutes." He placed the phone on the receiver and rolled over, running his hand down her arm as he kissed her shoulder. "Kitten." He purred. Veronica moaned, rolling over to face him, smiling through half-opened eyes. "I have to go to Jimmy's."
"I'll go." She mumbled, half asleep. She sat up, holding the sheets up to her chest. Marco understood, not wanting to leave her in the house alone, even if she should be safe. He pulled himself reluctantly from bed and changed as Veronica did the same, not knowing what mess they were about to walk into.
Jimmy opened the door as soon as heard the knock. He was paranoid, still in the midst of his high. He frowned when he saw Veronica over Marco's shoulder.
"What is it, Jimmy?" Marco asked, pushing past him to the inside of his apartment. It didn't take long to notice what was wrong. "Aw, fuck!" Marco exclaimed.
"It had to be a hot shot." Jimmy muttered, rubbing his arms in anxiety.
Veronica slipped in the door and shut it quietly behind her. She gasped when she saw the man passed out on the couch. He was purple in color and seemed to not be breathing. "Is he…"
"Baby, go sit in the kitchen?" Marco asked. "We need to deal with this. We won't be long." She shuffled by them, not taking her eyes off the body as she took a seat at the table. "The fuck did you do?" He yelled at Jimmy.
"Shit, boss. I was getting rid of the product. It was just like you said. Allie came over to try some. He was gonna buy a heap of it. Then, the next thing I know, he ain't breathing no more."
"Fuck! How do we clean this up?" Marco asked aloud, mostly to himself.
"Leon's gonna be so pissed…" Jimmy muttered.
Marco groaned, looking around for some type of answer. "Okay, we're gonna take him to the club." Marco decided. "We'll let Leon find him there. He OD'd. Boy was a fucking junkie. His own stupid fault."
"You wanna carry him to the club?" Jimmy asked.
"What? You wanna call Leon and ask him to come pick up his dead brother here?"
"Shit! Why is this happening?" Jimmy said, stomping the floor.
"Help me get him to the car, will you? We can discuss your major fuck up after this."
They carried Allie down the stairs and to Jimmy's car in the rain, taking care not to disturb him as they drove him to the club and carried him inside.
"What the fuck?" Chris asked when he first saw the body.
"Shit, is he…" Vinnie asked, clearing the pool table so they could lay Allie down to rest.
"Yeah. Jimmy took drugs from the warehouse. Some of the shit was hot." Marco fumed. "Do me a favor? Call Leon." He asked.
"You've got to be kidding me, Marco. I ain't gonna do that!" Vinnie said.
"Well, someone better!"
"Yeah, alright boss. We're on it." Chris sighed, shaking his head.
"We're gonna go get rid of this hot shit. Clean the rest of this mess up." Marco said, walking out the door.
"All that scag…" Jimmy sighed, watching as the crystal disappeared down his toilet. "What a fucking waste…"
"What? You wanna be next?" Marco spat. "Teach you to fucking deal other people's shit."
"Marco?" Veronica yelled from the living room. She watched as Leon ran down the street. He had his brother draped over his arms. Marco and Jimmy came up behind her to watch the action unfold from just beyond her shoulders.
"I gotta see this!" Jimmy laughed, running outside with his freshly opened beer.
"Marco. I have to leave Brooklyn." Veronica sighed as soon as Jimmy was gone, turning to face him. "I want you to come with me. Back to the city." She watched his face for some type of reaction. He only stared blankly back.
"I'll go get him." Marco muttered, following Jimmy outside.
"Marco..." She quietly pleaded, reaching for his hand. His strong digits slipped from her grasp as he walked out of the apartment.
Jimmy sat on his stoop, laughing maniacally at the action taking place before him.
"MA!" Leon kept crying, over and over as he carried his brother's lifeless corpse down the street. He fell at the steps, holding his brother, still in his arms. The rain poured down around them, the thunder and lightning crashed, and life went on, despite the looming death.
Marco slipped out sometime during his little outburst and sat on the other side of the stoop, lighting a cigarette and watching Leon intently.
As soon as he spotted Marco, Leon snapped. "I warned you, Marco. I fucking warned you. I told you not to sell him drugs!" He cried, watching his every move.
Though he was watching the Anthony family grieve, mentally he was still in Jimmy's apartment.
Veronica couldn't be serious. He had a good thing going for him here. He hadn't been leader of the Vipers long. His boys needed him. The money was good. He wanted to support her, provide for her. He knew she said she only wanted him to move with her, but the gesture implied that he'd have to leave his "business" behind, too.
He loved her. He'd kill for her. Hell, he was convinced he'd even die for her. But he couldn't leave the Vipers.