03-10-2014, 11:57 AM
Peter cringed at the thought. His uncle would kill him if he ratted him out. But Peter also didn't want to spend any time in jail either. He had to weigh his options. And they were tough options.
First hand, Vlad would kill him. He'd die like his grandfather had - of natural causes. Peter knew better, he'd seen his uncle do things that were not humanly possible. He just knew he had killed his grandfather!
And the second hand was jail where he would probably be killed just for working for Vlad. The Russian Mafia didn't take well to their sources being inside. He was a small fry, but he could link them to many people.
Peter smiled wryly. He knew he could get a pretty good deal if he played his cards right. He knew he could do that! He hoped at least. His confidence waned. It had been a while since he'd had a hit, and even longer since he'd had a drink. After the incident at the brothel his uncle had been watching him like a hawk.
Fear stuck Peter as he rode in the back of the car to the station. His uncle already knew he had been picked up. It was then that he clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't even going to ask for his lawyer, that was admitting he was guilty. He clearly was, he had been selling the shit to an undercover officer. But he wasn't going to sell out his uncle, at least not for nothing!
Peter stared back with defiance. He wouldn't break easily. He had to believe that. He needed to believe that.
First hand, Vlad would kill him. He'd die like his grandfather had - of natural causes. Peter knew better, he'd seen his uncle do things that were not humanly possible. He just knew he had killed his grandfather!
And the second hand was jail where he would probably be killed just for working for Vlad. The Russian Mafia didn't take well to their sources being inside. He was a small fry, but he could link them to many people.
Peter smiled wryly. He knew he could get a pretty good deal if he played his cards right. He knew he could do that! He hoped at least. His confidence waned. It had been a while since he'd had a hit, and even longer since he'd had a drink. After the incident at the brothel his uncle had been watching him like a hawk.
Fear stuck Peter as he rode in the back of the car to the station. His uncle already knew he had been picked up. It was then that he clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't even going to ask for his lawyer, that was admitting he was guilty. He clearly was, he had been selling the shit to an undercover officer. But he wasn't going to sell out his uncle, at least not for nothing!
Peter stared back with defiance. He wouldn't break easily. He had to believe that. He needed to believe that.