â(âŚ) You do not live; you are not allowed to die. You drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike. (âŚ)â
Kade Winston Syndicate Arms Dealer
Full time piece of shit
Kade Winston | Syndicate Arms Dealer | Bouncer @ a club
One absolutely trash king older brother - doesnât mean to be shit, but also does nothing to not be shit.Â
Took on the role of taking care of Asher when he was in his late teens, realizing that his junkie parents werenât really going to do the job. He wasnât mad about it at all, but he didnât realize how much shit heâd miss out on while playing big brother that way
Did everything he could to make sure Asher never had to ask for a fucking thing. He was that kids number one fan and just wanted him to have something of a better childhood than he did.
It led him to doing some shady shit - theft and b&e mostly. A few fights etc.... but nothing TOO terrible, until the night it all went wrong and he was the cause for the death of a police officers daughter.Â
He toppled down the same path as his parents and started on the harder drugs and was basically a total fucking mess for a while - At which point, Asher took over the whole, cleaning up and âtaking careâ of him etc.Â
This included when he was later arrested for the murder. In prison, he met some members of the syndicate and was taken under their wing. They made the charges go away for the murder and he found himself tied in with the syndicate from then on.Â
A multitude of arrests etc and he moved his way from associate to Soldier which really only made the messes he made ten times worse for Asher to clean up.Â
One of his most recent stints in jail gave him an opportunity to set up a deal between the syndicate and another US mafia chain for an ongoing weapons dealing and was promoted to arms dealer
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Itâs goinâ to be okay. Maddison canât remember a time where she didnât long to hear those words. As a child all she wanted after another one of her motherâs drunken drug induced episodes was to here that it was all going to be okay, and in the middle of drug bust gone wrong within the heart of CuliacĂĄn and perhaps even now in the midst of risking it all to stay within her the confines hometown. Nevertheless she had accepted that being comfortable with uncertainty was the only way to live and that in itself was okay. Green hues settled upon his as a small smile crossed her lips and she leant into his hand for the brief moment it ghosted her cheek. âUnless of course youâd rather sell me something?â She taunted, tone void of everything bar sarcasm as she moved beside the male to the edge of the dance floor. Dancing had never enticed her all that much, but it was an excuse to be close to the other that was something she dared not turn down. âAs much as Iâd love to take you up on that offer, I really donât think this is the place for it. Still, Iâll take a raincheck on the off chance you land yourself in a cell again.âÂ
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His green hues flare at her comment about selling her something, Asher refuses to let any of this touch her despite the fact she has probably been through more than he can imagine. âNot funny,â he breathlessly whispers as his eyes lift up to look somewhere other than her face for a few moments as his hand rests on her lower back, pulling her a little closer to him. He sways to the beat of the music as he lets himself fume in her comment, knowing he even go to the extent of breaking the fingers of any dealer who tries to sell her a baggie. Their history does not need to be repeated and even though he deals with the same thing their mothers couldnât let go of for them, the white powder isnât something that needs to touch them. âDeal,â he says as his lips slightly curl into a smile as his gaze drops back down towards her. âIâm sorry I have to work tonight, itâs not the date you deserve and Iâll make it up to you.â
FEW HOURS LATER
Asher follows one of his customers into the bathroom. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jacket when the male begins to let out loose threats about giving him all of the packets he has in his pockets. âYou want to try to rob me? You canât be that stupid, Tony.â After he speaks, Tony pulls out a knife and inches closer to the Winston male, his tongue brushing along his lips as a low chuckle left his lips. âTony, manâŚâ Before he could do more, the lights flickers and suddenly the power goes out. He reaches to his back, grabbing the handle of his gun but the door pushes open and exposes the brunette. Tony grabs her by her hair and wraps his arm around her, putting the knife against her neck and in those few seconds Asher has his gun out with the safety off and his finger on the trigger. âDonât be fucking stupid, Tony.â He mutters as the man begins to tell Asher he needs to give him all of the drugs or he takes her out. âIâll pull the trigger before you can even blink,â he has no hesitation behind his voice and heâs sure Maddison is fully aware that he would do it. The door creaks open and his eyes donât leave Maddison despite the calm voice that fills the bathroom â Kade. @kadewinstcnâ
Thereâs very little that can draw him from his own drunken haze. The considerable amount of alcohol that had long since surpassed an ebbing warmth had left him slipping through the hours of the night with a certain ease that Kade very rarely ever felt. A reckless nature very rarely, if ever, stemmed from nothing and the reminder of all of that, lit up and celebrated under the guise of another great year gone has him nursing another double in his hands. Itâs within a few passing moments that he looks up, beyond the amber glimmer of his glass, to see Asher following a man that he knows all too well, into the bathroom. Itâs a wonder he hadnât realized it before, and the swimming sensation within his skull begins to slow as pieces of everything he knows, fit together. His circles run wide, all those he knew from the streets of chicago well before anyone should have joined the depths of them, those he stood behind bars with - and now those that he sold weapons to on, and off the grid. There are many faces he remembers, even more than he wishes he didnât - but Tony had always pushed the trope of unstable to a level that even Kade had yet to sink to. Finishing off the drink in his hand, he drops it back to the round wooden barrel that serves as a cocktail table when he sees something that sets something off inside his head. Maddison. propping open the door for but a fleeting moment before her smaller frame is yanked forward until she disappears beyond it.Â
He staggers forward, somewhere between dazed and determined as he pushes aside a few other partygoers that happen to step in his way, âFuck off,â He states to another as theyâre reaching for the bathroom door. The lowly growl in the cavern of his chest eats the unease in a single mouthful and as those around him mutter about the lights and the ethereal darkness that swallows everyone up, Kade pushes gently on the door until his eyes adjust and heâs stood in the room with them. âAm I interrupting something?â Itâs cold, completely disassociated from the anger that burns within him - itâs all heâs ever been fueled by. Anger and guilt, and here in the dark, with his brother aiming down the sights of a gun, and a knife to Maddyâs throat, they collide and he canât seem to tear his gaze from Asher. âTony?â The faux realization falls with the curve of his own intoxication as he steps forward, a slight stagger in his step as if he were about to greet an old friend, âTony! Youâre missinâ out on the party favors my friend,â a lazy smile follows, languid and easy, because heâs worn it for so long, but itâs enough to convince as Tonyâs arm loosens from Maddy just enough to gesture wildly to Asher, âOnce he hands it all over, mânot missing out on shit..â Even with more alcohol than blood in his system, Kade sobers up almost immediately, the rush he feels as his elbow hammers down against the manâs temple and no doubt sends stars scintillating across his vision, is more than enough to spur him forward. A hand reaches for the blade - the edge slicing into his palm as Kade grabs Tonyâs arm, drawing it away from Maddy and jamming the weapon deep, between two of his ribs. âThatâs my fucking brother.â As if itâs not enough, the gun held beneath his jacket is drawn, muzzle pressed against the mans temple, even as blood oozes out through the wound, âShould have gone with the party favors..â He pulls the trigger, the sound drowned out almost instantly by the cheers of the crowd beyond, erupting as the lights flicker back to life, and Tony hits the floor with a deft thump. @maddisoncampbellâ
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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say âI love youâ to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someoneâs heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: Whatâs irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Whoâs the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
                                         1ST NOVEMBER
Kade Winston understood fully, that forty eight hours in holding was but a blink in the eye of time. He knew that the cold concrete and the constant shuffle of footsteps past the cell eventually became little more than white noise and a solid place to land, instead of the menial jolt of hope that might bring someone familiar down the corridor. Already, heâd served time for the murder of Kelsey Hannigan, an innocent twelve year old girl who didnât know what she was moving towards as she hit the curb of East 109th street and became witness to something that would inevitably make her a loose end. The brutal murder had been splashed across every news outlet, almost as vividly as her brain matter had hit the pavement and it was honestly anyones guess how he managed to steer clear of an arrest for so many years following. Yet, it all caught up to him - as he knew it would. After watching the years catch up to his parents, first his father and only more recently his mother, Kade knew the inevitable. He was born for pain and anguish, and the only way out was death itself, but heâd suffer first. Heâd suffer endlessly.
The dim lighting that spills through the room is heavy, it holds a stale scent and the dust that doesnât seem to want to settle in the air can be seen, floating in mid air as he gently pushes the door to his parents bedroom open. He remembers a time when it wasnât like this, when recreational use was mild - though he remembers through broken, fragmented memories that heâs not even sure are real. Perhaps his imagination had given him something else to live with to bury the pain of being forgotten. His mother is spread out on her back across the covers, her arms are flailing to the faint sound of the radio as she clicks the lighter - once, twice..- holds it beneath the end of the small glass pipe, stained black from the open flame. âMom,â his voice hasnât raised above such a quiet octave in so long, heâs not even sure what it sounds like anymore. Still, she ignores him, sitting up, legs crossed beneath her in a gentle sway that somehow doesnât match the tempo of the song playing. âMom --- thereâs no food and thereâs another eviction notice on the door.â Returning from school that morning after his father had called the principal and demanded that he be sent home for a family emergency had already seen him in low spirits without seeing that bold red lettering stapled to the creaky, wooden door. The family emergency? There was nobody here to look after Asher, and that was his responsibility.
The cells, now void of his brother's presence, sought to rip apart the terrible, metaphorical stitch job that heâd somehow managed on his own. A near menacing echo of Asherâs vice carving and scratching at the walls like the claws of endless solitude.
Thatâs how much your stupid fuckinâ life means to me....
Thatâs how much your stupid fuckinâ life means to meâŚ.
Thatâs how much your stupid fuckingâ life means to meâŚ.
Was it? Always going to be like this? Was there any other way? Kade certainly could never see anything other than what lay directly in front of him, and the shadow of innocence that would be there at every turn to remind him that he wasnât worth shit. The only sentiment of relief existed in the fact that itâd been months since heâd seen his father. Longer still, since heâd felt the effervescent sting of words that never seemed to fade with the mottled bruises.
âWhere were you?â The gruff voice sounds loudly. Louder than necessary in the pitch black of the kitchenette when Kade returns home. The small shopping bag of bread, apples, eggs and a small bottle of cough syrup has ripped slightly from carrying it so far and the surprise of his dadâs voice sends it toppling in his hands to rip open entirely. Eggs shatter and the bottle of medicine rolls beneath the fridge. He makes a mental note to get down on his stomach later to get it - he knows how shitty the night might be for Asher if he didnât get it. âWhereâd you get the cash for all of that?â All of that, as if the haul equated to a life of luxury. âMom gave it to me.â Which she had, out of his wallet, promising that it would be their little secret. âLike shit she did, your mother doesnât have a dime to her name.â Incidentally, he wasnât wrong, because anything she had, he kept on hand and really only pandered to everything she wanted in an effort to appear needed. Bending over to pick up the loaf of bread, Kade felt the uncertainty shake in his voice - nothing audible, because when did his dad ever believe him anyway? âYou stealinâ from me again?â The harsh grip that curled vice like around the back of his neck forced Kadeâs spine to grow rigid, his shoulders rising in some attempt to shrug the discomfort off. âI..-- no, I didnât..â Though, whatever heâd intended to argue fell to deaf ears as his cheek collided with the tiled wall with a sharp crack.
Seventy two hours, and the oblivion that came with such a familiar numbness had begun to sink in again. Gently, Kade tapped the back of his skull against the concrete wall. Listening to the Syndicate Attorney argue, loudly, about how keeping him here was absolutely overstepping the boundaries that Chicago PD held without the evidence to hold him. The sharp jingle of keys isnât even enough to pull him out of the ghost of the conversation heâd had with Asher, every word heâd spoken sharp and without reason - how could he have spent the better part of his teenage life ensuring his brother never had to endure what he had? Only to become the problem when he couldnât hold himself together anymore? Iron squealed, the hinge of his cell screeching out for his attention as it swung open. Lidded hues cast upwards, irritation stoic in his expression as the officer returns the sentiment. âYouâre out, Winston.â The huff that sounds is almost amused and he already knows why, âFor now.â
He stands, brushes dust from the palms of his hands onto the thigh of his jeans and saunters to the cell door. The attorney, who heâs now known for years, hands him his belongings. He doesnât reach for the jacket, nor the phone thatâs scratched and cracked and doesnât look like it had any life left in it at all, surpassing both for the packet of cigarettes. Pulling one out, he tucks it between his teeth and lights it. The sound sparks the same memory of his mother, the dust settling in the air as he inhales and pulls the slightly bent smoke from between his lips, âBetween now and then, you might wannaâ lay off the pastries, Officer Tubbs.â The haze billows with each word spoken and without so much as another word, heâs shoved towards the entrance and cussed out of the building.
Itâs only a matter of time, really. The night of the palooza, itâd been a known risk to do what he had, and much like anything else Kade found himself knee deep in, the risk was all it took to drive him. Without it, heâd never think twice. Stabbing Vasili Vronsky had been the one thing to inevitably seal a deal wish that he didnât even realise he held until the knife slipped so easily through flesh.
The bank card cut through the product so precisely it was almost mesmerising, though Kade had long since learnt not to pay any mind to the shit. As long as they didnât leave it lying around when Asher was home. A rule that heâd instilled after taking over the rental payments. Itâd been a fight and a half, and heâd earned himself a welt or two across his back for the insolence, but clearly, theyâd figured that the less money Kade asked them for, the better it was for them. Never mind the fact that heâd had to sell some of his more valuable belongings, his mothers car and some of the product that he knew his dad kept stashed away, the fact remained that heâd find anything he could if it meant a little more cash in his pocket for the next year. With Christmas only a week away, Kadeâs fear of having the heat or the electricity shut off for another year just didnât sit well with him anymore. Not now, when he knew how excited Asher was for what Kade had promised would be their very best Christmas yet. The new bike, encyclopedia and remote control helicopter that heâd pieced enough money to get - with the help of a five finger discount, remained stashed away at his friends house and as far as he was concerned, thatâs where they would stay until the early hours of the morning.
âI get it, donât leave town.â Kade repeated the words for his attorney, unwilling to suck down his pride and admit any fault in any of this. It wasnât his job to keep her informed of what had happened, or what she needed to know - that was far above his fucking paygrade; something heâd be sure to mention to the Ozdemirâs next time he saw them. Admittedly, he didnât mind getting his hands dirty, but it came with a price that he wasnât willing to settle against anymore. Not after what had happened to Azra - a woman who had done nothing to the Bratva personally.
The dark confines of his apartment were cold. Colder than the concrete cell somehow, the chill in the air biting at the tips of his fingers as he slid open the door to the small balcony to let more of the frigid air seep in. He burned from the inside out, as he always had. He could have done more - he should have done better. Who was he to let down though? His father never sought to give him anything but a brutal reminder of how weak he was, his mother, only lucid enough for the smallest tokens of love that were so shrouded in the carelessness and backhanded nature they twisted into, that they never really meant anything at all. His brother, gifted with the earliest decade of his life knowing something that Kade never would. An understanding that love existed, that his older brother once cared for nothing more than him - tained and poisoned to become little more than a reflection of everything Kade hated about his parents.Â
I could have done better.
I should have done moreâŚ
It seizes within the confines of his throat, the idea that Asher had made it so far in life without blood on his hands. That the only reason such stains existed was because of him - because of one of the many mistakes heâd made in some effort to stitch each torn piece of himself back together. However human Frankenstein was willed to be, in the end, he was only ever a monster.
The small bag of white powder popped open easily enough, itâs contents spilling out across the small mirror that rested on the table. The knife once embedded into the wood twirled almost expertly between his fingers as he cut several lines and immediately inhaled one. Fingertip pressed roughly into the side of his nose as he breathed in heavily, the excess product brushed away and drawn across the top of his gums. Another two lines followed before Kade allowed himself a real moment to breathe - to feel the heat rising in his chest as the overwhelming feeling to scream was engulfed in the rigid shake of his vision, his thoughts all swimming into the darkened whirlpool that he knew he had to sink into.
Sink. Sink. Sink.
The knife flung from his fingertips, embedding itself in drywall with a heavy thud.
The same thud that sounded as the bat heâd held collided with Kelseyâs skull. It echoed, empty yet somehow solid all the same. When he looked up, the blood that crept across her features as she screamed oozed from the knife, across the faded, off white paint.
Thunk. Bone cracked, much alike the mirror beneath his hand. Subtle, and yet altogether sharpened, like a twig underfoot. A sound that could so easily be hidden, and yet in the depth of night, it sounded for miles. The chime of his phone rings out, and he canât quite piece together what the message says, his brain doesnât have the immediate capacity to see anything more than simple shapes. The splatter of brain matter, droplets of blood, the steeled lines of cell bars and the stoic definition of Asherâs disappointment.
âLuc,â he says, hearing the phone call he barely knows heâs made connect, âI..I canât fucking do this anymore.â
Her voice is muffled, or perhaps itâs clear as day. The line between the two is so blurred that he doesnât know if itâs him, or her speaking anymore. Physically, his presence is all that holds him here. Mentally, heâs back in that house, back in that bedroom, running through the streets.
Lying on the pavement with a splitting ache blossoming in the back of his head.
Lying on the pavement, preparing for the next blow to come, as he looks up through blood, sweat and tears, and sees Asher swinging the bat that will end it all.
Never, had Kade ever anticipated that this would be a place that heâd find himself in. That the nonchalant abyss that engulfed him would void any emotion he might have once held in regards to the life heâd left his brother to. Truthfully, heâd sought out any and all relief for that guilt long before now, and surely, pieces of it existed within the ravenous highs and complex, volatile lows that followed. Pieces that he couldnât dig deep enough to find anymore. There was nothing he could do to change that now - nothing he could do to fix the things that either of them had undoubtedly done for one another. The only thing that Kade could offer were the ten years of life that existed in somewhat normalcy. It was certainly more than heâd ever had. He wanted to tell Asher that it was a waste of breath - of energy, because heâd never be anything other than exactly what he was - that he didnât intend to be better. Existence was all he could manage, and if that kept him alive, so be it. It not, he had no qualms with it anymore. âI am like her, Asher.â He spoke roughly, heavy lidded hues casting upwards to his brother. âGive up. You didnât do her any good, and youâre not going to do any good here either. Quit wasting your fucking breath.â If any time that Asher might occupy with Kade could be put to better use, then perhaps there still existed the same hope that Asher could live something more than this. That he could leave all of this behind, and find something that wasnât damped by guilt or obligation. Though it wasnât shocking in the least, the muscle in Kadeâs jaw worked over and over again as Asher told him about the night heâd buried their mother. A night that Kade had been high out of his mind, mourning a woman thatâd never shown him an ounce of love and hadnât given him ten years to guide him in a different direction. âI am next,â No matter what happened, of that he had absolutely no doubt. His penchant for the reckless, the dangerous and foolhardy made it almost inevitable. A head first dive into something more justifiable than his stint in prison for stealing the life of a twelve year old girl. âThe sooner you learn to live with that, the easier itâll be.âÂ
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In that moment, Asher realized if it hadnât been for Maddison through his childhood that the hole he would have dug for himself would have been similar to the one Kade made for himself. Each night at his parents house, observing the two adults in his life get as high as the could and not even care what the consequences would have been. How did every single person in his family get that trait to disconnect and stop caring about him? If Kade hadnât been responsible for taking care of him would the two of them still be standing here in a cell together? How had it been so easy for Kade to turn his back on him? After losing Maddison, the youngest Winston had gotten a taste of what it was like to not have a single person in his life care about him. Confessing what had actually happened to him that night and not even a blink came from his older brother. Instead all Kade could do was give him the same fucking speech he did every single time the two of them were breathing the same air. Turning his head to look away from Kade, clenching his jaw a little. Standing there in silence, the male repeated his brotherâs words in his mind. Maybe this time he could take a page out of his brotherâs book. He turned around and walked over to the bars, leaning against it. âI want my phone call. Now.â When the officer came into light, Piper had been standing next to him. âRight in time, Winston. Your lawyer paid your bill.â He kept his back to Kade, moving out of the cell. âGreat,â he said, walking with them and away from his brother, not listening to whatever the officer was telling his older brother.
Blue hues focused on the metal bars, practically begging Piper or Axel to come around the corner at any moment to get him the fuck out of this little cell. His tongue brushed along his lower lip as he tilted his head down to look at his lap as he stretched his legs out, leaning back against the wall. He didnât say anything. Instead the young Winston male let the silence fill the four walls as he thought over his brotherâs words. It had him thinking about all of the times he found his mother passed out in the bathtub, on the couch, in her bed. All the time he had to be the one to bring her back and call the paramedics to finish the job. Each painful memory and the thought that Kade had thought about his life the same way. Had it been his fault? Would Kade have taken the same path as their parents if he didnât have to take care of him for ten years? All those Christmases, Easters, Thanksgivings. All those stupid little holidays and for the first ten years of his life somehow Kade had provided the things he had to in order to give the little boy he once was hope in the world. Those three days out of the year were magic for Asher and to hear that Kade didnât care about his life. Dropping his hands from his chest, the male glanced down towards his hands, thinking about the night he had brutally murdered a few thugs that had come for him to get to Kade. He curled his fingers into the palm of his hand as he lifted his eyes slowly back up to the bars, knowing the two of them were the only ones in this little cell. âIt matters to me,â his voice was so soft, the fact the words had even left his mouth in the first place was a shock. âYour life.â He clarified. âYou think I want you to end up like her?â He shook his head, standing up from the bench. âYou want to lay there and tell me Iâm smarter than that when you have no idea what Iâve done.â He knelt down by Kade, putting his hands on his knees. âYou want to know how fucking messed up I am? The night I buried her I was approached by a few unhappy dealers or whatever the fuck youâre involved in⌠Askinâ me if Iâm Kade Winstonâs little brother and if I can deliver a message to him. That message? They beat the shit out of me, Kade. Their mistake? Telling me that you were next. Try to guess where they are now, brother.â His gaze ice cold as he kept his attention solely on the other man. âSix feet under. Thatâs how much your stupid fuckinâ life means to me.â His voice low enough for only Kade to him.
Never, had Kade ever anticipated that this would be a place that heâd find himself in. That the nonchalant abyss that engulfed him would void any emotion he might have once held in regards to the life heâd left his brother to. Truthfully, heâd sought out any and all relief for that guilt long before now, and surely, pieces of it existed within the ravenous highs and complex, volatile lows that followed. Pieces that he couldnât dig deep enough to find anymore. There was nothing he could do to change that now - nothing he could do to fix the things that either of them had undoubtedly done for one another. The only thing that Kade could offer were the ten years of life that existed in somewhat normalcy. It was certainly more than heâd ever had. He wanted to tell Asher that it was a waste of breath - of energy, because heâd never be anything other than exactly what he was - that he didnât intend to be better. Existence was all he could manage, and if that kept him alive, so be it. It not, he had no qualms with it anymore. âI am like her, Asher.â He spoke roughly, heavy lidded hues casting upwards to his brother. âGive up. You didnât do her any good, and youâre not going to do any good here either. Quit wasting your fucking breath.â If any time that Asher might occupy with Kade could be put to better use, then perhaps there still existed the same hope that Asher could live something more than this. That he could leave all of this behind, and find something that wasnât damped by guilt or obligation. Though it wasnât shocking in the least, the muscle in Kadeâs jaw worked over and over again as Asher told him about the night heâd buried their mother. A night that Kade had been high out of his mind, mourning a woman thatâd never shown him an ounce of love and hadnât given him ten years to guide him in a different direction. âI am next,â No matter what happened, of that he had absolutely no doubt. His penchant for the reckless, the dangerous and foolhardy made it almost inevitable. A head first dive into something more justifiable than his stint in prison for stealing the life of a twelve year old girl. âThe sooner you learn to live with that, the easier itâll be.âÂ
Blue hues raised up to look out the cell, pressing his lips into a thin line as the expression on his features remained unreadable. His head tilted back to rest against the wall behind him as his legs extended out, tapping his hands against his lap. He brushed his tongue along his lower lip, glancing over in the direction of his older brother when he made the comment about being in the cell next to him. His tongue rolled along the front of his teeth as his jaw clenched at the comment about being a dickhead. His mind shifted to the conversation he had with the officers earlier about him being a suspect in the bombing at LITE which he could easily say he wasnât because he hadnât been but it also dawned on him that not in the few minutes the two brothers had been forced into the same room did either of them ask what the other had done. âItâs always going to be like this, isnât it?â He breathed, the vulnerability of his words causing his voice to crack slightly. He cleared his throat as he slid down slightly to lean his upper back against the wall as his eyes focused on the area in front of the cells. âI have done⌠so much to keep you alive and all you do is sit there and act like Iâm doinâ it to prove Iâm better than you.â He scoffed. âYou donât know a fuckinâ thing about me. Quit fuckinâ actinâ like you do.â
There was nothing about the way in which Asherâs voice shifted that gave Kade any ounce of happiness, if anything, it simply put more pressure on his teeth as he further tensed his jaw. At no point in his life, had he ever actively sought to drive a wedge between them but each and every mistake that heâd ever made had inevitably created a series of cracks within his own reflection that he couldnât quite look past. It wasnât so much that Kade couldnât help but disappoint Asher - he was simply far too deep to dig himself out anymore; why try? The thought alone swelled laughter in his chest, cold and void of all humor. Stale as the air that hung within the cells, âWhat exactly were you expecting, Ash?â Still, he couldnât find it in himself to look at his brother. This certainly wasnât his first go around in a cage, and it wouldnât be the last, but somehow, this quickly became the most uncomfortable. How could he sit here with his little brother and feel as if the physical wall he pressed up against was more than just that? Like he was constantly backed into a corner - forced to bite out at anyone that tried to coax him out of it. Given, everything heâd tried to keep his brother from when they were younger, was everything that Kade himself fell to, he truly had no leg to stand on, and yet... âI never asked you to keep me alive.â Itâs spoken sharply, and with the sharp edge of his tone, it falls almost in anger. âIt doesnât fucking matter to me either way.â Easier, had Asher simply turned his back on him like Kade had done their parents, but perhaps that was the point. His brother was twice the man heâd ever be. âSeriously? The first thing you just said to me was quite literally the fuckinâ epitome of superiority, and you wonder why the fuck I act like youâre doing exactly that. Pull your head out of your ass man, I know youâre smarter than that.â
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âUhm,â Lucia paused settling in her seat to get more comfortable, although it was feeling like comfortability was not a state she could find easily. Ever since that night, she couldnât shake the unease that rested against her bones carrying it becoming a harder task each day. She turned to Kade, a fellow Syndicate who shared her worries and even better, a friend. âSo was this a drinks only situation cause Iâm pretty sure I shell out for food or something tooâŚâ her tone was teasing but she could eat.
âYou turninâ this into a date, Montes?â The meticulous roll of his eyebrows as he cast a grin across the table at her was relentless, heâd never been one to pass up an opportunity to stir her up a little bit. ââCause, just between you and me.. I am cheap. You donât even have to buy me a beer.â Yet still, that didnât take away from the fact that he always loved catching up with her over drinks - admittedly, she was one of the few that he didnât constantly feel tense around. âBut sure, why the hell not. Which stall you wannaâ hit first?â
There was an odd sensation that stirred within the pit of her stomach, and uneasiness that she hadnât felt since she had been rendered a stranger in a whole new country many years ago. The three amigoâs had been enjoying themselves, just like old times when Asher had taken his leave toward the bathroom and never returned. While she was acutely aware of his job she knew better than to believe he had failed to return because he was off selling or worse. It wasnât like him to disappear, after all that was much more her speed than that of the other two. And with no response to her text messages nor Brielleâs the duo had briefly split to cover more ground. âFor someone that used to claim he was good at so many things, youâre a lousy shot.â While it wasnât necessarily true, it was all she needed to gain the attention of the older Winston male from where he stood before the stall. âWe need to talk.â She remarked, turning to face her back to the vendor as she lowered her tone. âHave you seen your brother tonight?â
The weighted gun that he held, attached by a chain to the stall heâd landed at, didnât quite match up to some of the product that the Syndicate pushed through the city and neither did it offer much up for target practice. The balloons that heâd popped far less than those he missed - heâd not yet worked his way up to showing off and with the irritating sound that filled his ears, not unlike a gnat drew his eyes into the back of his head as he lined up the gun for another round. âFor someone who knows that nobody fucking wants you around, you sure did come back with a lot to say.â He hadnât been completely ignorant to the ways in which her and his brother had left things. Kade was reckless and without conscience - not blind. âDo we though? I donât think we do.â There wasnât much that he had ever wanted to say to Maddison, she was one of many that took the things heâd done to Asher (albeit, unintentionally at first), and run his worthless image into the ground. âIf I had, I wouldnât fucking tell you.â
Camille walked down the street, holding the box of doughnuts in her hands. She had been on her way to drop off a little snack for the officers in the station even though she was off the raven-haired womanâs mind was constantly thinking about the cases she had and the recent one was what the hell happened on labor day. There was no hardcore evidence but it was mostly the rumors that people were feeding off of but the woman had never been someone who listened to rumors⌠It was the facts that she lived off of. She turned around the corner, bumping into someone and dropping the doughnuts on the ground. âOh God, Iâm so sorry.â
The smell of freshly made doughnuts didnât slip past him, even as they fell from the brown paper bag that once rested safely in Camiâs hands. Her apology was useless - the entire run in was completely his fault. The small scuffle with one of his friends had sent him stumbling in the wrong direction after tripping over a whole ass child. His deep timbre laugh settled as he straightened, his hand settling against her shoulder, âEase up, you donât know your own damn strength, Cami.â He cooed, winking down at her, his beer bottle resting against his chest now. âYou always waste good doughnuts like that?â
THE POLICE STATION
October 31st w/ @kadewinstcnâ
Tapping his foot against the cement flooring in the jail cell, his eyes focused on the door. As his hands were behind his back and locked together with hand cuffs, the one person he shouldnât have been surprised to walk past was none other than his brother and after his own lovely conversation a part of him had to wonder what the fuck Kade got himself into this time. His eyes glued on the empty space for God knows how long until his brother and the cop appeared in front of it. âToo bad your one phone call will be sharing this cell with you tonight, Winston.â Asherâs tongue brushed along his lower lip as his eyes remained on his brother. If his questioning had been about the night of the bombing and being seen on CCTV footage because of gang activity. Was his brotherâs arrest gang related or did he stick his toes too far in the white powder again? He waited until the officer walked away before he spoke. âSo⌠Care to tell me what the fuck I need to get you out of now?â
With his most recent release less than a year prior, Kade didnât think too much into being dragged away from the carnival. Too little happened in this city without something inevitably pointing to him. Regardless, it certainly had never stopped him from being willing to dirty his hands far more than some. What he hadnât quite expected, was to be questioned about the stabbing of the Vronsky kid - he knew that nobody had seen him, so beyond constantly pleading the fifth until he had could speak to one of the syndicate lawyers, heâd done little but stew over what a fucking complication this could become. As he was shoved into the cell with his younger brother, Kade made an effort to keep his eyes focused elsewhere. The seething disappointment wasnât something that he needed right now, and even as Asher spoke, he fought the urge to bite back.. which, failed.. miserably. âAnd how exactly do you think youâre going to get me out of anything while youâre sitting right here next to me, baby brother?â Once heâd slid down to the floor, he kicked his feet up as naturally as if heâd been here every day since. âYour holier than thou attitude doesnât work while youâre in cuffs too, dickhead.â
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It was safe to say that Violet had never been in a situation that mirrored this one, not even in the slightest. Her vision was hazy at best, the darkness that enveloped the club only partially helped with the phones that were being pulled out to create some light. Her ears awaited for another âExplosion? Bomb? She wasnât even sure she had the words to explain and instead shrugged in a helpless way. âIâm not sure..â she trailed head twisting around to try to take in their surroundings. It looked like parts of the club had fallen apart and it made her nervous that the roof was not too far behind. Some other collapse made her jump in her stance reaching for Kade instinctively but quickly letting go when she felt what she assumed to be blood. âYouâre hurt?â
âAh, what the..--â He hissed out the instant sheâd grabbed him, the pain had clearly been easy to ignore until the foreign touch of her hand brought his attention to it. The look that crossed his features not nearly warm at all as he brought his hand a little closer to his face and noted the deep gash that now oozed. âFucking brilliant.â Damning nature didnât see fit that Kade ask if she was okay - it wasnât as if the answer, one way or the other, would do either of them any good. Instead, he tried to rise to his feet, the overhanging ceiling and pipes making it a little difficult for him to stand to full height. âWell, yeah.. the building blew the fuck up. You expect to come out of something like this unscathed?â He wasnât speaking loudly, perhaps barely even enough for her to hear as he spotted what looked to be someone with a flashlight ahead. âLooks like thatâs our way out.â