The Evil That Men Do | $UICIDEBOY$ | $CRIM

9: Uglier

(TW: VIOLENCE & DRUG USAGE)

Winnie's POV

4 Years Ago

The music that was blaring from within this beaten down home was loud enough to rattle my fucking windows. I was parked outside to pick up Grimm.

My dad, actually, was the one who sent me off to find him. It wasn't too hard since this wasn't the first time I had to track him down.

Which is probably why I'm sitting in my car in front of a house that looks like this, and is in the unsafe spot in town. Even I hated being over here, and my dad made us do deals over here all the time. We didn't have bad blood with anyone by any means, but that didn't mean people had their own motives to harm me if they had the opportunity. So, I was a little nervous.

It sure wasn't the 7th ward, that's for sure.

I got out of my car, locked it, and walked my ass up to the house with the commotion. I decided knocking or ringing the doorbell wasn't going to help. It seemed like a party, so I could just slip in.

I entered. The tiny house was packed, all gang members, but they definitely didn't pay any attention when I walked in. I checked my phone quickly, and from the fucked GPS signal I was getting from Grimm's phone, I decided to check the back rooms for him.

I looked in the rooms and found no one, except for a couple fucking in one room, and a group of people on the floor, gathered around a spoon and a needle in another. I closed the door quickly.

I decided to check the garage. I made my way through the kitchen and found the door pretty quickly. Once I went in, I immediately wanted to leave.

I saw a small group of men sitting around a small fold out table, each with a cigarette or joint lit. They stared me down the moment I opened the door and entered. Grimm's eyes were the first to meet mine; they were filled with rage and malice. I knew he didn't want me here, and fuck, I didn't want to be here. I had to be.

"Cat dragged in something," one mumbled as I slowly approached them. "What'r'ya doin' here, huuuuh?" He didn't have a nice face, it was covered in wrinkles and his hair was stuck to his cheeks like he hadn't bathed in years. He had a thick, southern drawl as well. Scrawnier than a stick. If that points to anything conclusive.

I almost wasn't sure how to respond. "I gotta business to help facilitate, and I need him." I nodded at Grimm.

Their eyes only shifted, but they didn't move. They grumbled low amongst themselves, including my brother.

"We don't take kindly to barging in a meeting like this, why don't you grab us a couple of cold ones, and once we're done talkin' you can have 'im." This isn't even fucking funny, cretin.

I nodded to the group, and walked out of the garage back into the kitchen. And I walked straight passed the fridge, and right back outside.

Fuck them.

I lit a cigarette as I sat on the hood of my car, waiting for Grimm. If dad wanted to get mad at us for being late, he could talk some sense into my brother.

This was just another hunt for more dealers, who were associated with particular gangs and areas in New Orleans, to get hands on our product. Having a new product in the market was good for us, in terms of the supply and demand chain. If the supply does well, the demand will increase, boosting profit and credibility.