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5: Detox

(TW: DEATH/MURDER)

Scott's POV

It had been a few days since the last time I left mine and Aristos' house, I'd been waiting off the rest of my withdrawal symptoms, drowning all my thoughts into mindless television and music. I was not happy. I was beginning to feel a little better, but I was still down about the rat.

I was just mostly unhappy with myself and the direction I had put us in before seeing through the haze. I'd fucked up in terms of what Grey59 was supposed to be. I'd hired a bunch of sketchy kids—just fresh adults—to help facilitate drugs and firearms, but they wanted to fuck around and screw us over.

It sucked.

This is why I was down bad. Hiring these inexperienced people lead to traceable mistakes that we couldn't afford to take consequences for. Which lead to their inevitable demise, and to be honest, I hated that I had to do this. I don't like causing shit with people.

"It was Nick," Aristos said, bursting into my room, a very concerned look on his face. I stared at him from my pillow, my head aching so deep it hurt to lift myself up. These fucking migraines. "He's been stealing and selling our shit behind our backs. I have proof now." I sighed and closed my eyes before covering my face with my hands.

"We can't keep doing this, man," I said, almost groaning. "After Nick, we're getting rid of these kids. I'm sorry. I'd rather let them go than kill them." Aristos nodded, followed by a heavy sigh.

"I don't even want to do this anymore," Aristos muttered.

There was a long silence that hung over the room between us, and I could feel his longing to stop just like mine. This isn't even what he wanted to do in the first place. I just roped him in because I trust him the most. He was willing simply because his mom, my aunt, stressed to him that my mother was worried about what I was doing. He was essentially a message from both of our mothers to stop the illegal shit and just come home.

We were too far in this hole to go home. We had to keep going. If I had to leave Louisiana, away from my family, I couldn't bear it much longer.

That's why I talk to Winnie so much now. It helps with literally every aspect of my life at this point. She seems so comfortable and... content with this lifestyle that it confuses me. I don't understand it.

"We have to." The silence drew out some more. "But I don't want to either. I'm tired."

Aristos sighed. "They have him at the warehouse. We have to take care of this, Scott." I nodded, but sighed along with him. This was going to fucking suck.

Not to mention the toll it will take on me mentally, now that I'm sober.

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Seeing him in the warehouse bound to a chair made me ill. All the pictures that painted in my mind of his splattered blood everywhere made me fucking hate myself more. His was gagged too, so his garbled words were held hostage behind rough cloth. You could see the fear in his eyes as he looked at me and Aristos.

By that point, I was already emptying the contents of my poor stomach onto the concrete floor. Everyone saw me lose it. I didn't care anymore.

I wiped my mouth before looking over at Aristos. He nodded towards me, a dark, empty look glossing over his eyes.

"The oath you swore under when joining Grey59 has been broken. We've found evidence of you stealing from our supply and utilizing it how you sought fit. Regardless, we don't know, or care, what you did with the missing cargo, but we have to take action for this." Aristos was upset. His tone was nonchalant.