Tugging his wallet out, Kazimir retrieved a dollar bill and his debit card. He sat up and gently dumped the cocaine out on the little nightstand tray. He used the card to chop the coke up as finely powdered as possible. It took awhile to get it just perfect to snort. Leaning forward, he used his curled up dollar bill to snort the coke up into his left nostril.
The pain in his shoulder faded away with all his concerns as he laid back down on the bed. The pillows were like fluffy clouds, embracing him in comfortable warmth.
Emmett placed the syringe and ribbon on the nightstand beside him. He shivered just imagining the pierce of the needle penetrating his delicate skin.
Needles made him too squeamish. Injecting cocaine brought back too many memories that Kazimir wanted to forget. Ghostly nails trickled against his arm as he shivered, remembering how good it felt to shoot up. Running away from home had been his chance at a new life, where he could start a clean slate. He thought he could abandon the drugs too. The demon would never release it’s hold over him.
A dip in the mattress made Kazimir look over. Emmett plopped himself down beside Kazimir, sitting up with a lighter and cigar he retrieved from his pocket. Smoke coiled above them like playful ghosts chasing each other around. The pungent smell drifted all around the room.
Everything around Kazimir slowed down. His heartbeat echoed in a steady rhythm as he admired the smoking gangster beside him. A giddy grin spread across Kazimir’s face, causing Emmett to chuckle.
“What’s got you smiling so much?” Emmett asked.
“You,” Kazimir replied without any shame.
“Oh yeah?”
Emmett would drag him straight to hell, but Kazimir didn’t care in his cocaine-induced high. All his worries vanished into thin air. Only Emmett’s chiseled face mattered to him. He swore the little glass skull heads on the vanity winked at him when he considered snuggling closer to Emmett. Something pulled him away though. Something deep inside warned him that Emmett wasn’t trustworthy.
Being in a gang was dangerous, but he couldn’t fend Samantha off himself. He needed a strong, protective man like Emmett to keep his ass safe. Emmett promised endless cocaine too, so he’d never have to worry about finding a fix again.
Every free sample he gave him hadn’t been cut with something nasty, unlike the Black Vipers. Samantha never cared when he told her how it burned his nostrils too much or gave him terrible nosebleeds. He was just another despicable addict in her eyes.
He couldn’t trust Emmett. He couldn’t trust Samantha either. He couldn’t trust anyone. Kazimir looked over at the gangster laying beside him. It was best to keep enemies close, right?
“Make me a Voiceless Rebel,” Kazimir said.
Emmett grinned, puffing another cloud of smoke in the air. “Oh, deciding so soon? I knew getting high would help.”
“Whatever initiation I have to undergo, let’s get it started,” Kazimir told him. “Do you want to wrap snakes around my body? Or make me drink animal blood?”
“What the fuck? No, this isn’t a damn cult, Kaz.”
“The Black Vipers do the snake one, I think. I just figured you would do something similar.”
“How close were you to the Black Vipers? Did you ever go to one of their stash houses?” Emmett asked him.
“Stash houses?”
“The place where they keep a big supply of drugs,” he explained. “They might even sell it there too.”
Kazimir tilted his head before he realized what Emmett meant. “Like the old hair salon on Caraway Drive?”
“Never would’ve guessed they’d use that. Thanks for the information.” Emmett stroked his fingers through Kazimir’s hair, ruffling it up a bit. “I think I’m gonna enjoy having you around.”
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