Vengeful Summer

Chapter 3

It was true. Despite the two men having the drug business, and even playing golf together, there was no love lost between them. Tommy wasn't the brains, and, certainly at the beginning, he didn't have the money to back up the undoubted talent he had for dealing with trouble, and also with providing the perfect outlet for the cocaine. Giles on the other hand was the squeaky clean business man. A pillar of the community. Who had rebuilt the school nursery using his construction company. Was the chairman of the golf club, and gave thousands to charity. Yet inside he had always wanted to be Ronnie Kray. A desire to control. To rule with fear. It excited him. Made him aroused. Sadly, he had neither the physique nor the mental capacity to actually harm anyone. But when Tommy had opened that club, he had begun to frequent it whilst it was still (as he called it) an "establishment" And he had found in Tommy the perfect ally. A hard, dangerous individual, not afraid of risk, and even more so if it came with a big reward. The drugs had begun in a small way in the club. Giles had still been a member and enjoyed supplying his high class friends with a small amount of cocaine to "see them through the night". However, he quickly accepted that whilst he hated the idea of a night club, he would never be able to shift enough coke to make him a serious player unless he found better outlets. Tommy had suggested over a round of golf that he change the place into a nightclub. Younger clientele. Teens needing a high. It didn't have to stop at coke. Pills. "E'"s. Whatever they needed. He had contacts that could set them up with decent gear. And, providing Giles could control what the law knew or needed to know, Tommy could provide the transport, and the muscle to ensure that their precious cargo would always get to its destination. Giles had initially not been interested. It was too close. Too dangerous. And could be traced back to them. But Tommy had insisted he could make it work, and over time Giles had listened to his "business plan" and come on board. Giles was both powerful and influential. And despite living in a small village, the surrounding towns and city owed much to him in terms of construction, as well as the seedier side of life. Drugs and occasional girls had been distributed for his very powerful friends. It had rendered him almost untouchable, or so he thought. Tommy had been the icing on the cake for Giles. He had always made sure Tommy would be first in line should anything go wrong, and Tommy had always believed it was just because he did such a good job. His ego was stroked by an overweight and ultimately weak individual who lived out his "Ronnie Kray" but kept his distance just in case. But both men would admit, neither of them was a "friend". It had developed into a mutually satisfactory business arrangement. But it was no more than that. Giles liked Tommy grudgingly, and respected his contacts, if not always his methods of dealing with things. Tommy was less complimentary in his mind about Giles. He hated the fact Giles was the "money", and particularly at the beginning he had wanted too much too quickly. And Giles had told him in no uncertain terms, if he couldn't piss with the big boys, keep his cock away until he could. Tommy had felt the anger well up inside him even then, but he also knew Giles was right. He needed time to get his "empire" together. And Giles was just the man to make it happen. Not to mention his "friendship" meant that doors opened where once they had been closed. Whether that was simply a nice restaurant and the best table, or a box at the racing, Giles had an influence that cast far and wide. And Tommy had used it. As much as he possibly could. But especially because (much as he hated it) it gave him an air of respectability by being associated with Giles. People genuinely liked the fat bastard, and thought he was almost Jesus Christ with the amazing gifts and charity work he did. If only they knew the truth. But people liked Giles too. Even if he was a bit overbearing and had a weird liking for very young girls. Tommy knew that, as the business had progressed, Giles had nurtured their relationship, and Tommy had grown stronger and stronger. Yet he hardly needed reminding of the beating he had been given not so long ago, and which Giles had ordered. "Just to keep him in line" It had actually surprised him at the time. He never really thought the old man had it in him. But it had made him even more determined to make sure that the Amsterdam deal had happened. He now wanted more. Wanted to take over. For Giles to step aside and let him show him how it should be done. Giles knew this of course. And was having none of it. No matter how much Tommy thought he could run the business, the truth was Nikki had told him how nervous he had been in Amsterdam. Giles couldn't trust Tommy. He was a loose cannon. But also a useful one. It would only be a matter of time before Tommy went too far. And Giles had always been quite sure to keep a distance. If ever there was anything discovered, he had made sure Tommy would always fall first. And with any luck, Giles would walk away squeaky clean. So far, other than the taxman sniffing around sometimes, he had kept everything above board. Golf with the Chief Constable always helped, as did a bottle of the finest single malt for him at Christmas. Not that it was a bribe of course, just two old friends celebrating the season of goodwill. At least if anything came out he could deny all knowledge. And of course the Chief would have to. Another perfect arrangement. Giles needed Tommy for sure. But Tommy needed Giles more.

In truth, they were both in "it" up to their necks. And the drug business was threatening to get out of hand. More and more dealers and pushers were needed. And with that came more and more risks. Giles didn't like it. He wanted to scale things back a little. But then he wasn't snorting some of the profits. Since Tommy had become more and more dependent on cocaine in particular, his mood swings had gotten ever worse. And when he had tried the new "LSD" drug spice, he had briefly felt totally out of control. Thankfully, the "spice" trial had ended as quickly as it had begun. Neither Tommy nor his clients particularly cared for the "Zombie'' drug as it had become known. And Tommy certainly would not be using it again. Despite its highly addictive nature, he was more than happy with his coke hit whenever he needed it. Giles had been happy about that. At least he could control Tommy on the coke. The spice had been too dangerous. Too unpredictable. But Giles was concerned about how much Tommy was using now. And his cheap little tart he called his "General Manager '' at the club, couldn't manage to tie her shoelaces without instruction. But she did make Giles's cock hard and sucked it well. So he had to forgive her for some things. He loved his wife. But sexually she did nothing for him. The only way he could get hard was young flesh. Preferably early 20's but he had forgiven Nikki, as being early 30's she was still young enough to get him hard. And despite the fact he couldn't think of her as anything more than a cheap slut, she served a purpose now and again. She had also given him the idea to take the business into something far safer, certainly in terms of if he DID get caught. Pornography was the life blood of the world, with more internet searches for porn than almost anything else in the world. He had to be careful. It was an industry he knew nothing about. But he knew people who did. And they would be his guide. Keep him away from all that child stuff. It disgusted him. Despite the fact, at over 60, he preferred a 19 or 20 year old to fuck him. He wasn't a hypocrite. They were legal after all.

He had said that to Tommy. At 15 years Giles junior, Tommy had called him a peadophile. Giles had been angry at that. He had never overstepped the age limit, but he COULD have. He told himself he never would. Another of his "perfect" arrangements. And now that little minx at the club, what was her name again?? Nina? Something like that. She wanted "in'' on the porn scene too. He was beginning to find the right sort of girls. And, with just a little coaxing, they would do as they were told. And if they had a coke addiction...it just made them easier to control. Yes, right now, the business was ticking along very nicely, Tommy was a loose cannon who could go off at any time, but Giles had his measure, and as long as that little tart Nikki kept delivering the goods, and his porn business could begin to grow, he would do very nicely indeed. Tommy couldn't see things the same. The cocaine addiction had become absolute now. And he couldn't survive a day without it. Once he was high, he felt immortal. Even if there had been too many occasions when his cock wouldn't work coz of the drugs, and he had to resort to using a wine bottle to make Nikki satisfied. She didn't care. She just was now fulfilling all her fantasies. And that idiot Charlie had been responsible for it all!

She was now exactly where she wanted to be. Not a care in the world. All the cocaine she could take. A decent fuck when he could actually get it up. And the prospect of unlimited cock and pussy if Giles ever got his arse into gear with the porn business. She was a very happy girl. So it seemed that, six months on from Charlie's crash, the three people who were (at least indirectly) responsible for the accident were completely free, and beyond suspicion. They felt safe in their little bubble. They had totally taken their eyes off the two people who they should have been keeping the closest eye on.....................