Psychotic Brat (H2OVanoss)

Watch your mouth, boy

JEREMYS POV.

I groaned, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling.

My phone rang causing me to pat down my pockets before finding it in my waistband.

"What!?" I snarled into my phone making the person chuckle in my ear.

"Well good morning to you too, whiskey paws."

"Vanoss." I muttered, sitting up hummed.

"Denis, where's Mike? He still owes me."

"You can pick up his remains in my fire pit outback." I replied, grunting as I pulled myself into my wheelchair causing him to chuckle.

"He crossed you too, I see. What a shame, I was going to take off a few of his fingers." He replied and I hummed.

"I understand that I owe you now. My apologies for my mistake going on your turf."

"Maybe you should be more careful with who you hire, but yes you do owe me. After all he was your employee."

I hummed into the phone in agreement as I pressed the button on my coffee machine.

"He shot Alan and stole a bag of my finest afganian heroin."

"What's the price?"

"Alan won't be able to sell to his tweaker college kids now, since the bullet clipped his lungs, he's now in I.C.U."

"Okay, what do you want me to do about it?" I muttered, pouring a cup of coffee.

"I want a temporary dealer from your side, or I kill one of your members, it's Simple."

"Can I choose which member you kill, or is it roulette?" I asked, bringing the cup up to my lips.

"You'd rather me kill one of your members? Aren't you heartless?" He asked, chuckling a pit and I shrugged.

"College kids don't know how to keep their mouths shut. We can't risk the exposure."

"If I Kill any member, it will be Jonathan."

"So, my half brother? No can do Owl boy." I replied, running my fingers through my hair.

"Then, he moves for me now, he's in Alan's classes. It should be fine."

I could here the smugness in the pricks voice.

" I'll give you what you want, with one condition."

"It doesn't work that way, Jeremy. You owe me, remember?"

"Actually, with Del, it does. He's not completely sane in the membrane." I replied.

"Hm, What do you mean?" He asked. Vanoss, intrigued? That's interesting.

"Del, well -- he's into sharp things, he's not a mover to say the least."

"Oh really, then what was he used for?" He asked.

"He is the person we send to clients that aren't trustworthy, or that cross us, or that owe us money."

"So, it's true then?" He asked causing me to raise my eyebrow.

"What is?"

"All the brutal stabbings that have been happening around Los Santos are your doing."

"Del really loves his work." I replied.

He hummed, staying quiet for a few seconds.

"My decision still stands, but I accept your conditions."