The Rise of Two Young Dealers[Pywakit and I]

[TheRomanMan]

It's funny how drugs work. Let me explain the set up to you real quick. On the top at around the same level, there are the drug suppliers and the drug kingpins. The drug suppliers are those guys that sit in Columbia or Bolivia or Mexico or those little Islands in the Carribean and grow cocaine. Then you've got the drug kingpins who control the city. They get their yeyo directly from the supplier. Under them, there are a couple of drug lords that supply quite a few kilos to many different people. These people, who get maybe one or two kilos at most break the drugs up and distribute it to those that actually talk to the street dealers; the guys that give you and me drugs. You've got the street dealers who get at most, fifty grams a week. They are to sell this at what ever price they want. But supply and demand always plays a part in the game. In this case, the supply was just not high enough. The cops had busted a kingpin and had confiscated one hundred kilos. That was a lot of yeyo not on the streets.

"You know what kid, I like you...I really do, but you're starting to tick me the fuck off," Jett said as he stood there looking at the kid. "Every week, you come here and you want to buy one gram. Price has gone up, kid...What used to be $100 a gram is now $200 a gram. You have to pay that price kid. Sorry, but your business strategies just ain't going to work," he said to him. Jett Shaw was one of those low time drug dealers. He had fifty grams of cocaine in the area. He never carried it on him except for one or two grams for selling. He'd be too damn afraid of getting busted. Not like it mattered. Those pigs always were watching him, so much that he had to pay them off to get off his case. But that was alright. He had it. He was able to get them off his back so that he could make his money. And with the demand so great, Jett was basking in the rewards as he pocketed money. "Look, Jett...I promise...Next week, I'll pay you back plus I'll start buying more. By the end of the month, I hope to have enough to get half your stash each week...Let me sell for you, Jett and we can really make some money," the boy said. Jett grunted and then gave the kid one gram in exchange for a Franklin.

Jett Shaw was an extremely handsome man. It was simple as that. He was tall, probably six feet two inches, if not a half an inch taller than that. He had broad shoulders and the muscles in arms, legs and torso proved that he worked hard. The problem with most drug dealers is that they get lazy when they are making money and then they grow slow. For Jett, he knew that he could be attacked by a drug dealer or a cop and that he needed to always be on the move or he'd be at risk of getting shot. So, he kept his strength up so that he could escape when he needed to run away or so that he could win in a much needed victory fight. His grey blue eyes were always watching and currently, he watched the high school senior walk off with a gram of cocaine. He'll go home, cut it up and sell it for three hundred bucks, Jett thought, loving the business man in everyone.

Jett, wanting to go down the alleyway a bit to get away from any openings, began to walk deeper into Miami's assortment of alleys. The weird thing was is that alleys criss-crossed so much that you could have been heading north and with the turning and the twisting, you could be heading south in a matter of moment. The man wore a pair of black boots, blue jeans, a somewhat tight black t-shirt to show his muscles, a pair of blue boxers that could be seen when he raised his arms and a black leather coat. In his right pocket was his cell phone and money clip that held the one hundred he had just gotten from the kid along with about three thousand more. He had had a good day, but it was just getting started. In his other pocket, he had a switch blade and to finish it all off, he had a pistol in his leather coat. Overall, he was real prepared for anything. Welcome to the streets of Miami. Where anyone can get control...If you've got what it takes.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn Summers

When you grow up with a name like Autumn Summers, you basically have two choices. You can resign yourself to being a victim of the other kids at school, and become one of the "poison girls" who no one wants to be seen hanging out with simply because your parents thought it'd be cute to name their daughter Autumn since her last name would be Summers. OR, you could toughen up and take control and when those kids make fun of your name, you slap them in the face. And if they come at you with their fists, well, you go at them with a knife.

It goes without saying that Autumn went with the knife.

High School was behind her now. Behind juvie, in fact. Autumn finished out her Junior and then her Senior year in juvenile hall after that tramp Stacie had dared to infer Autumn was a slut who'd slept with her boyfriend Chuck. It didn't matter that Autumn HAD slept with Chuck (he wasn't really that good in bed), but it did that Stacie felt the need to spread it around school. Stacie, who didn't scare easy. Autumn supposed she'd scare easier with a nice ugly scar down the side of her once-pretty face.

Autumn didn't really mind that she'd spent the last two years of her childhood in juvie for slashing another girl's face with a switchblade during the homecomming dance. She did mind that they took her knife away. She'd stolen it on her 14th birthday. It was sentimental.

In any event, school and juvie were behind her now. Due to the wonderful complexity of the court system, once Autumn turned 18, she was released back into the world. Something to do with "hardships" or something, what with her parents dying in that car crash. Served them right; Autumn hadn't really been on speaking terms with them since 8th grade.

Their inheritance hadn't been large, but it was enough for her. She packed what few belongings she had, saw to the selling of that shitty condo through an agent, and left one coast for the other. She ended up in Miami, and for the past year it had pretty much been party, party, party.

Then the money ran out. And no more money meant no more friends. Fuck 'em, anyway. You can always get more friends. Getting the money was the hard part.

Autumn knew she could have made a fair amount of it as a stripper, but she'd never really mastered the art of actually dancing. With her killer body, long dark hair, and full breasts, she was pretty sure she could have done the same working as a prostitute, but not only was that a great way to get some disease or get knifed by some crazy pimp, it never was a good idea to mix work with fun. And as for REAL jobs? Well... those were for losers who actually GRADUATED high school or could stand sitting in a stuffy boring office for 40 hours a week. No thanks.

Which, unfortunately, didn't leave many options available.

Where could a girl who was good with a knife and didn't mind using it when the situation called for it find a job in sunny Miami?

Turns out, opportunity was waiting just around the corner.

 

[TheRomanMan]

Who knew that an opportunity for Autumn and one for Jett would be just around the same corner. Jett walked down the alley slowly and then turned the corner to see something he had never expected: it was one of the bigger street dealers that carried around two or three kilos. Sure, it wasn't all that much, but Adrian knew that three kilos was a hell of a lot more stash to sell than fifty grams. And he also knew that if he somehow stole those three kilos, he'd have a nice amount of capital to increase his profits. And with an increase in profits, he could increase his purchase of supply and rise towards the top. Sure, he'd need help, but where was he going to find help in the alleys? He hadn't seen Autumn yet and unfortunately, he wouldn't when he decided to attack.

Jett would have rather used a knife than a gun in any battle because there was silence when a kill was made. Jett watched the two guys standing guard and then watched another guy carrying the three kilos from the building to the truck. Alright, here's where I attack, he thought. Suddenly, Jett flicked his wrist and his switch appeared. He ran forward and hurled his blade through the air with expert accuracy. It hit a man straight in the chest, having found its way through two of his ribs to stab straight into the left lung. He'd die breathing in all that blood. Jett went to grab for the knife, but he was tackled by another one of the guys. Jett groaned and kneed him in the stomach. Groaning loudly, Jett kicked the other guy to the ground before slamming his foot into the gun that fell so it flew down the alley. He was taking on two guys. Suddenly, he saw a knife appear in both their hands and Jett realized he really wished he had help...

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn hadn't really planned on taking a shortcut to the club that evening. It was a spur of the moment thing, really; she'd been living in town long enough that it seemed time to start acting like a local and take some shortcuts, perhaps.

She certainly didn't expect to see what she saw as she stepped out of an alley and into a fight. It seemed obvious to her that it was an ambush; the good-looking guy tossed his knife with ease into the chest of one of the thug-looking guys, who went down in a heap. But Mr. Good-Looking hadn't expected the other two to fight back as fast as they had, because in just as many seconds, they were on him.

Autumn hated seeing someone get ganged up on, even if he HAD started it. And she had her new butterfly knife on her, and judging by the way those thugs were moving she fancied she was faster. Plus, none of them had seen her yet.

In a heartbeat, she was up behind them. Just as the one guy who'd pulled a knife spotted her, she reached out and almost casually slid a finger through the hoop earring the other guy had. And yanked.

His cry of pain was satisfying as it was emasculating to him; a high pitched child's cry. He whirled around, a hand clamped to his bleeding ear, and Autumn glanced at Mr Good-Looking to make sure he realized the odds were now even before twirling the earring on her finger.

"Looking for this, fucko?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett was obviously frustrated at the fact that he had needed help in order to protect himself. However, he was grateful that she had come. Looking up at her from the ground, his eyes ran over her body and he nodded his head in approval; she really did have a great looking body and he knew he could appreciate it a little. However, right now, he was more focused on the fact that he was in a fight with two more people over three kilos. And, he had help from a woman that he had never met. Granted, it was a particularly gorgeous woman, but none-the-less, it was a woman that he had never met before. He watched her holding the earing in her hand and he smirked slightly. Taking the second to attack, he brought his leg up and slammed it into one of his opponent's knees, hearing that powerful crack as it broke. The man fell, yelling, but Jett quickly took this as his chance to attack. He grabbed the knife the man dropped and slammed it right into the man's throat, twisting and then pulling out. He had killed him immediately.

Jett turned on the last guy that was focused on the girl. Jett winked at her and suddenly wrapped his arm around the man and jabbed the blade right into his heart, hearing the blade scrape against the ribs. He pulled the blade out and wiped it on the pant leg of the dead people before he quickly grabbed the duffel bag and opened it. He sighed softly when he saw the amounts of drugs inside of the bag. He closed it and then turned to look at her. "Thanks for the help," he said and went to leave, but then stopped. "Why did you help?" he suddenly asked her, quite curious as to why some random woman with a gorgeous body, would come over and help some random person win a fight.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn watched as Mr Good-Looking kicked it into high gear, quickly dispatching the two thugs now that they were momentarily surprised and confused.

"Why did I help?" she asked idly, still twirling the earring on her finger. She finally noticed it had a bit of ear still stuck to it, and with a grimace, she dropped it down onto its dead owner and wiped her fingers across her jeans.

"Well... it looked like you needed some help. Three against one is hardly fair, even if you were the one who started it." Her eyes darted to the knife he'd used to kill the last thug, still clutched in his hand.

"So. You got any reason I shouldn't just scream and run off looking for a cop?" she asked him, her quirky smile indicating she was planning on no such thing.

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett stood there in silence for a little while and rubbed his forehead before he nodded his head. "I started it for a good damn reason too," he said to her and then turned behind him. He grabbed a kilo of the cocaine and grinned, holding it for her to look at. "There are three of these right now in this truck. Three kilos of cocaine that I can sell and make a hell of a lot more money than I do when I sell each individual gram," he said to her and ran his hand over his cheek softly as he thought to himself. "I suppose I did need help," he said to her and then turned to grab the cocaine.

It was then that he had heard her statement about running off to get the cops. He stood there a moment and smirked. "Well...I don't know if you intimidate well, so rather than that, why not change to something else. If you don't run off to the cops, I propose an agreement...We work together," he said to her. "We sell together and watch each other's backs...I figure if we do that, we'll be sure to make a hell of a lot more money than we are right now," he said and then turned to look at her again. "What do you say?" he asked.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the nearby wall, screwing up her pretty lips in thought for a moment.

"Well... I did kind of just sort of aid a murder or two, so maybe running off to the cops isn't such a good idea, huh? And I could certainly use the money..."

She nodded, then stood up and daintily walked among the bloody pools and bodies on the ground, taking care not to step in anything icky. Reaching the truck, she leaned in to check out the stash. She

"If you don't mind showing me the ropes, I'm in. I'm a quick learner though, so don't worry about that. I did get employee of the month once at the diner I worked in back in High School, after all..." She smiled wryly at him to let him know she was joking, then held out her hand.

"I'm Autumn, by the way. Autumn Summers. Make fun of the name, and you'll be laughing out a hole in your neck, by the way," she added with a sweet smile.

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett stood there and looked at her for a moment before nodding his head. "Well, then, Miss Autumn Summers...I suppose we are in an agreement then," he said to her and stroked his chin softly as he thought to himself. "I teach you the ropes and you act as an enforcer and a dealer all in one...This will definitely be good," he said and licked his lips a she thought to himself about the course things were going. Men were dead now, he was talking to a woman about potentially becoming his partner in crime and now he was slowly growing in power. Sure, he only had a few kilos of cocaine and he only had one partner; however, that was more than he had before and that allowed for a lot more growth than a few grams. Kilo...Gram...You do the math.

"Come on...I'm going back to my place to eat...You're more than welcome to join me," the man said to her with a nod of his head before he began to walk off down the road back towards his place. His hands were in his pockets and the way he carried himself almost demanded respect. He was good at what he did, that much was for sure. But what else was the handsome drug dealing killer good at? Well, that was something Autumn would have to figure out at some other time when they were not trying to leave a crime scene without being caught by the cops. Oh the cops...He'd have to pay them off if he was to become rather large in his operations. "Are you coming?" he called back to her again as he continued on walking.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn shrugged, then said, "Sure, what the hell!" She slid up next to him and ran an arm through the crook of his elbow, and in an instant the two of them were strolling down the street like old friends, despite the fact that they'd known each other for only a few minutes and she still didn't know his name. No matter; she'd learn it soon enough, she figured.

Autumn tried to keep her cool, but the excitement of the fight and the prospect of a high-paying (and highly dangerous) new job was almost too much. Oh... if only those skanks back in high school (or the hard-cases at juvenile hall, for that matter) could see her now!

 

[TheRomanMan]

He glanced over at her when she hooked her arm with his and he rolled his eyes slightly. He continued on walking, determined to get back to the apartment before the cops even got to the murder scene. They would need an alibi of sorts, so if they were in the apartment, it might allow for some protection if the cops did try and hunt them down. Licking his lips, he glanced over at Autumn again. Well, she is a rather attractive looking girl, he thought before looking forward. She's your partner, Jett, control your hormones.

When they got to the apartment, he walked up the steps and unlocked the door. He stepped in and once she was, closed it after her. "Welcome to my home," he said to her before walking deeper into the room. "I don't spend all that much time here, but this is where I prepare a lot of things," he said before shrugging. "Need anything?"

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn looked around the apartment. She'd come to know that you could learn an awful lot about a person by how they lived, and where they lived. Jett's place was small... "cozy" was certainly how it had been advertised. It wasn't a place that screamed "look how rich the dude who lives here is," but then again, neither did it say, "check out the slovenly trough this loser sleeps in."

"Actually, if I could trouble you for a drink, that'd be great," Autumn said in response to his question. "And then maybe we can talk about what our first step is with this new business proposition you've got, hmm?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett glanced back at her and his eyebrow rose. "A drink, huh?" he asked her and then walked into the kitchen. "Are you asking for a hard drink or just a glass of water?" he asked her as he stood in there. He was going to have himself a beer, but if the woman wanted something hard like an Appletini or something along those lines, he was more than willing to provide her with it. Why not? They were partners, they might as well get used to drinking together as well as other things if they ever did come up.

As he stood in there getting her drink, he rubbed his cheek. "Well...Our first step should definitely be the acquisition of product. Something that we can get going will allow us to make a lot of money. I figure if we can take control of some of the gangs that sell this shit, we might be able to really get things going," he said to her. "But that might require the murder of quite a few different people."

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

"Water's fine for now, thanks." She took the glass from him and drank half of it, then wandered through his living room, sizing up his furniture and entertainment center.

"Murder, huh? Well... I assume the people you're talking about are all bad guys, right? So is it still murder if we're basically just helping the cops do the job they're not allowed to do?"

She sat down on a large leather recliner. "And what about the stuff we already stole? How much do you think we can get for it?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett coughed into his hand and then escaped into the bathroom for a moment. She could faintly hear the man's firm coughing. He spit into the sink and grunted slightly, seeing the red glob of blood. "Fuck," he whispered to himself before reaching into the cabinet. He closed his eyes and fell against the wall as he searched around for a bottle of pills. He opened them and then swallowed on. Vicodin. He let out a quiet sigh and gave the pill a second to go through his system and fight back the pain. He stood straight and then cleaned up the bathroom a bit before walking out.

"Sorry about that...Had to get something," he said to her and then rubbed his forehead. "That'll get us around twenty five grand...It's a nice amount, but that's if we sell by the kilo. Personally, if we were to get some people and cut it up nice and small and distribute it to all the dealers around us, we would walk away with probably a hundred grand," he said to her. "But that takes time."

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

"No problem," she replied. Had to get something, huh? She knew that behavior... Adrian was hiding something. She noted it, but decided that the time was far from right to press.

"Twenty five grand, huh? Well... that sounds good for starters. I mean... being new to the biz and all, I'm afraid that I don't know any 'people' who've got drug cutting skills. So unless you have a hidden army or something, maybe we should just settle for the quick sell and build from there? Unless... I suppose we could cut it ourselves, yeah? Only one thing... what does cutting mean?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett felt the drugs flowing through his system, relieving any pain that he might have had. He inhaled and then let out a quiet sigh before licking his lips. "Well...To cut it, all we'd need to do is have a scale and then start weighing out one gram amounts," he explained to her as he stood there. "Think of it this way...We've got a couple of kilos. We need to package individual grams in their own respected bags...One thousand grams to the kilo," he said. "We'll be up for a very long time," he said and rubbed his forehead.

He walked around for a second and nodded his head. "We need to try and see if we both can think of a couple of people that might want to get involved in the trade. If we could get the shit cut faster, then we could get it on the streets faster and recover the reward," he said with a nod of his head. "That might help the business out too...So, what do you think?" he asked her as he stood there, a small smirk on his face.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

"Well... I suppose you mean not only people who'd want to get involved in the trade, but people we can trust, yeah? As it so happens... I might know a couple people like that, but do you really think it's wise getting more people in on this already? I mean... If all it takes is a late night, well, I've done late nights before. Sometimes late nights can be fun..." she let the thought trail off as she noticed his smirk.

"What's so funny?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

"People are important in this sort of organization...We need people that can fight and we need people that can sell the product that we are trying to get rid of," he said to her as he stood there. "If it's just you and me, then we're missing out on a lot of potential profit. Sure, numbers is riskier, but we need the numbers if we're ever going to do war with any organizations," he said to her.

He heard her question about what was funny and he just shrugged. "Nothing overly funny...Just amused at how into this you are," he said to her. "I always found a woman that was trying hard to get somewhere in this trade to be incredibly sexy," he admitted.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

"Sexy, huh?" Autumn smiled back at him, then did a quick little come hither pose, winknig at him and running her tongue over her teeth. "Like that?" She giggled. "In any case, yeah... I guess I am kinda getting into this whole thing. It's pretty exciting, what with the danger and the chance for the Big Bucks, you know? I've never really had a job before that was exciting. Excruciating, sure... but not exciting."

"So okay. We need to find some more people. What's the best way to recruit? I mean... we can't just go up to someone and say, 'Hi, would you like to be a drug dealer?' now, can we?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett stood there and then chuckled, his eyes looking into hers. "Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," he said to her. Although he wasn't about to admit it, her little move right there with the 'come hither' and the licking of her teeth had allowed his member some growth. He wasn't rock hard, but she could see that even when he was half hard, he was much larger than most men. Imagine him when he was rock hard and throbbing. Well, that would be a definite monster if I do say so myself.

"Recruiting is more about observation," he explained as he stood there. "You spread it around slowly that there is a new growing power in town...Then people find you. You put them through some tests and once you've got a few people, they start to bring people in. We pick someone to be a captain, in a sense, and his job is to build up his 'regime,'" Jett explained. "Once we've got a captain building up his 'regime,' we'll just be able to take a guy from his ranks to build new regimes that the new captains will be responsible for," he explained. "Make sense?" he asked. "But the first problem is getting the initial guys."

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

Autumn's eyes flicked reflexively to the sudden bulge at the front of Jett's pants, and she did indeed get a hint as to what he was packing. She listened to him talk about recruiting, sipping her drink as he spoke. When he was done, she replied.

"So then. Do we hold auditions or something for those first few guys? Or job interviews?" She giggled. "Or maybe we should just watch the streets for some freelancers who look like they know what they're doing."

A thought struck her. "Say... those guys we kinda killed. Were they freelancers? Or were they working for someone? Cause if they had a boss out there... well, we've already struck a blow against him, whoever he is. Maybe if we can bump the boss off, the underlings who suddenly aren't employed might be looking for a new boss?"

She smiled wickedly.

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett caught her eyes glancing down at his bulge and he smirked slightly. He looked back up at her and licked his lips. "We find freelancers as well...We make them believe that it is better for them to work for us rather than alone...That there is more money to be made working for us rather than trying to run things on their own," he said to her with a nod of his head, a small smile on his face. "We keep our eyes open and if we find people that are good, we take them and talk to them...They'll probably join," he said to her and licked his lips.

"Tonight...Tonight those guys were just morons...They worked for someone, but no one we can get close to...At least not yet. If we were to kill the boss, someone new would rise up. To win, we need to kill the advisors, captains, under bosses and their boss. Then we might get the soldiers we'd want for a much larger organization," he explained. "However, I advise we try and get a few people and then hope that the guy we appoint as Captain will get more soldiers," he said.

 

[Pywakit]

Autumn

"So then. What's the next step? Do we need to go get those first few guys now? Or is that something that can hold off until tomorrow?" Autumn shifted her position as she glanced back down at the bulge in his pants... shit, he must be enormous! She was having a hard time concentrating, she was so curious as to how big he really was down there.

"Not that I really have anywhere to be tonight, so if you DID want to go start recruiting now, I suppose I'd be up for it. But before we do anything, shouldn't we have a toast to the new business? To send it off all right and proper?"

 

[TheRomanMan]

Jett stroked his chin and realized soon enough that it was becoming harder and harder for her to focus since she had caught site of just how large his erection was in his pants. Oh, this is interesting, he thought to himself, amazed at how easy she could lose her concentration. Granted, it was because he was so incredibly large, but that was beside the point. I wonder if she is always this way or if I am just a lucky guy, he thought before he licked his lips and concluded his thoughts.

"We will go out tomorrow," he said to her. "Tonight, we can have a toast, like you said, and just relax...Come tomorrow, we start on a very long journey to the top. There will be much blood shed on the way, but it is something that will result in amazing amounts of money...Unlimited amounts of money," he said with a nod of his head. And lots of sex, he thought to himself.