Drake and Violet didn’t say much after what happened. Even in their apartment as Violet was patching up his arm. Dabbing the alcohol instead of drinking it, placing the cotton swabs to clean, and bandaging him up, not a peep. Either because they didn’t feel chatty or was still processing. But it was until she placed a cloth in ethanol on his wound on his arm did he finally make a sound.

Drake, yelping in pain as she placed the cloth.

“Jesus fuck that never gets easier!”.

Violet

“Oh don’t be a baby, you should be used to this by now. Don’t you pick fights everyday or something?”

Drake.

“Only to people who deserve it.”

Violet

“Like that angel.”

Drake paused and looked at her.

Violet

“It doesn’t take a detective to workout how he gave you those wounds. You’re lucky he didn’t kill you. You interested in telling me what that was about?”.

Drake,

“Depends, Are you going to tell me who attacked you too? I noticed where you were kneeling looked like a warzone when i came.”

She paused too. Then looked down and said nothing. And so they were both in silence once again. Both of them not saying anything as Violet continued to treat the wounds. After a bandage here and a little band aid there. She was finished. But her hands still were on his arm. He noticed it and looked at her. But she was still looking down instead of facing him. She the finally broke the ice and said,

“I trusted someone. And It was a mistake. And I wish I didn’t. And I’m scared of what’s to come because of it.”.

Drake, giving a slight sigh.

“Yeah, me too. Worst part was what I became.”.

After hearing those words she finally looked up and both of them locked gazes to one another. For the first time, they met eyes without a single ounce of hate. Which was progress. They both truly felt like they were trying to understand one another and it felt.......nice.

Drake, after moving his arm to see how it feels.

“Okay so now that we have more than enough money from pawning that egg, Why don’t we head to Gabe and hand in the rent? Give us one thing to worry about.”

Violet smiled and nodded back

“Sure, best plan I’ve heard all day.”

Later, they were at Gabe’s front door. With a knock, he opened it and Drake and Violet smiled at him, with Drake handing him the cash.

Gabe, raising his hand in refusal

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I lowered the prices this month due to property value dropping. So you don’t have to pay this time since you’ve been such good residents.”

Both of them were absolutely speechless. Drake was still holding the envelope.

Gabe, raised an eyebrow.

“ What? Just because I’m a landlord doesn’t mean I’m a leaching monster. Well good night.”

And he closes the door. Both of them just stood there frozen in silence like they witnessed a horror movie.

Drake

“Well, that was a horrible waste of time that we went through for nothing. So now what?”

Violet, with her face sank

“I could use a drink, that’s for fucking certain. Do you wanna....”

Drake, turned to with an immediate reaction

“All the fucking time.”

The bar was a simple diver. Shitty lighting, not many people around, broken pool table and plenty of seats by the window Drake and Violet could enjoy without worrying about being bothered. Everyone would expect Drake to be the hard drinker due to his size by Violet was the first to chug down a pint.

Drake, slightly impressed.

“You weren’t kidding about needing a drink. Quite surprised too, you could handle your liquor.”

Violet wiping her mouth

“Honey if you knew what I’ve been through over the years you’d be more surprised how much I’m NOT drinking. Plus I’ve always had a bit of a tolerance. How’d you think I survived here this long without someone drugging me? I didn’t make it easy for them.”

Drake, chugging his pint next

“Makes sense, I just assumed you cursed any man that didn’t look like a super model.”

Violet, chuckled

“You really think I’m that shallow?”

Drake, placing his glass on the table after a sip

“You wouldn’t be the first in my experience.”

Violet

“Can’t imagine you dating anyone really.”

Drake

“Well when everyone is as much of an asshole as you the dating pool can be a little........... Volatile. Plus I was more focused on making ends meet. Ladies are not attracted to that.”

Violet gloats while sips.

“Well it’s such as shame someone like you can’t be on the same league as myself.”

Drake, annoyed

“Oh yeah why’s that?”

Violet

“Well because you’d have riches and have plenty of time to mingle. I was quite the entrepaaneur when i ruled my organization. My bank account was In the millions.”

Drake hears that and immediately spits out his drink in shock of that statement.

Drake exclaimed

“Millions?! You were rich?! Like Godfather rich?!”

Violet raised an eyebrow

“Yes?”

Drake, slammed both his fists to the table

“What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you say so before. I thought you were just an amateur mob boss and barely making enough money to pay you’re goons hence why they took part in double crossing you!”

Violet snapped back in response.

“Why the fuck does that matter now?”

Drake

“Don’t you get it? You know every operation you’ve built over the years and you know exactly where all the money in every warehouse and laundering businesses. And there’s no way Whiskey changed things that much that you wouldn’t know where the all the cash is.”.

Violet, slammed the glass on the table.

“You’re suggesting we sneak in and steal from my old crew?”

Drake.

“We can do a lot more than sneak in. You’ve seen how easily we beat them the first time. And plus it would be poetic justice after how they screwed us over in the first place.”.

Violet looked down for a second. She held her glass and stared into the beer while rubbing the sides of the glass with her finger tips as she tried to consider it.

Violet, hesitated

“I........I don’t know.”

Drake pressed on, nearly going over the table.

“You mean after everything we’ve been through since he stabbed yo in the back took your life, you’re not considering getting revenge by taking back what’s yours and getting out of that rat infested shite hole?”

Violet, eyes widened

“What’s that about rats now?!”

Drake

“Not the point. With that money we could buy the entire block if we wanted to. Be our own landlords. So what do you say? Are you in?”

Violet looked aggressively on the glass. Her hand gripping the glass in anger to the point where there were cracks forming. It then started glowing as steam came out. She thought about all the things she went through since that day and how much he wanted to sock that smug prick’s face.

She looked up to Drake darkly with a face of absolute certainty.

“I know exactly the first place to start.”