Dance for Me

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REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

New York was actually fun! I decided to see Emmy only one more time because I wanted this trip to be about me and Andy. But we did promise to meet up once we were both back home! He was traveling to Paris after this for him and his girlfriend, Shy I think? I guess I will meet her later. From what he says she sounds really sweet, I hope he found someone great for himself.

Me and Andy...I don't know. Things have been intense I guess? He's been really stressed lately. He already had to do another three day visit to Las Vegas and he came back angrier than before. I even made sure he had a home cooked meal for when he got home...it took me three fucking hours to make! Not once did he even say thanks or that he liked it, whatever. I don't know, I just hope I'm not bothering him.

However today...it's bad. It's really fucking bad. Andy told me not to leave and I haven't, but my hands are shaking, I keep clawing at my arms. I thought all the withdrawal symptoms were over?! It's like a fucking itch I can't scratch. I've been pacing all over his room, washing my arms vigorously to get the itchiness away, the deep ache in my bones growing. I fucking need it! I've literally been crying nonstop. I need a distraction. Anything!

I eventually bite the bullet, pulling out my phone to text him.

Remi- Babe I need you home now. Is that okay? I need H fucking bad I'm going insane. Help?!

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

Seven more murders have happened. Seven. Innocent fucking people. Three in accounting, 1 in shipping, another three in the online unit. If it was Jake's distributors it would make sense. They are the ones on the outside, risking their lives and selling the shit. But taking it down from the inside? Fucking clever. Brilliant even. Way to go Perry.

I managed to help relocate some families that will work from home. I found secure housing all around the nation and even made sure to make them untraceable with their internet connections. Some of these men and women have fucking families to go home to. I know the stereotype. That gangs only work together, they don't have outside resources. It's bull shit. Most of them have wives, husbands, children. Their family didn't ask to be apart of this.

Jake has been trying, but why the fuck did it take me coming out here to get the ball moving? Is he really this lazy? Does he not give a shit about his employees? It's fucking pissing me off that I'm about to take over completely and kill the man. You can't just give up as a leader. Retire, sure in due time, but not quit. Never. It's a part of the oath you take. The tattoo never leaves your skin.

It doesn't help that I haven't had sex in two weeks. I could really go for some mind numbing fucking but I can't go find it elsewhere, only at my goddamn home. And Remi isn't even putting out! He's been so sensitive lately and not in the mood that I'm going insane. If I could I would jump him. When I'm at home I have to see him in bed, a long Tshirt on but underneath I see his little panties poking through where his leg is stretched out and bent up towards his tummy. I could just fucking ravage him right now.

When I came back from Las Vegas I found out Jerry stole more money. Fucking prick. I caught him in the act too. Even James made sure to notify me on what was happening. That man has started to grow on me. He has been moving up with so much responsibility that I may make him my second. I practically already give him the workload of it and he's handling it well.

So when I got back, I had to put the old dog down. I still make Ricky clean up the bodies. He lost his role big time. Found out while my baby was being strangled, he took some other stripper to a motel and fucked with him for two days straight. I thought Ricky was straight? Whatever, not my fucking issue. He just lost the role of a fucking life time over a piece of ass.