Ace Of Spades (Complete Raw First Draft, Unedited)

Twenty- Three: Silver

I shook my head.

"You told me to say nothing to anyone."

"Good."  Beast nodded, then glanced at Boomer, who handed me a scrap of paper with an address.  "Now, about that favour you talked to me about."

I knew what was coming.  I was friends with Beast and everyone at the club, that's why I went to them to try and get help for Jenna, but not without thinking that I had to do something for them, first.  Like Beast said; it was business.

"I need you to deliver that," he nodded at the package that still sat between us, "to that address.  You ask to see the Gypsy, and you hand it to them, and no one else."

"What is it?"  I wondered.

"A kilo of coke," he answered nonchalantly. 

I wasn't surprised that they would have me running drugs, but that didn't mean I liked the idea.  I wasn't a fan of harder stuff, like this.  It was dangerous, it could ruin people's lives.  I'd always grown up knowing that. 

I'd been there for Katy as she'd suffered through her mum's addiction, and then, later on when I met Clyde, I found out that his mum had spent most of his life fucked up on them as well.

The idea of being caught, not by the cops, but by my dad, or Clyde, or Marcus, had me hesitating.  They'd all kill me, if they found out I'd even entertained the idea.

"You do this for us, we'll deal with the bastards going after your girl."

At the mention of Jenna, they had me.  I couldn't forget the saddness embedded in her eyes, her timid nature, and the empty, blank stare when she came to my room that first night, like she was so used to seperating herself from her own body just to deal with what she was forced to do.

This was bigger than me.

"Alright," I agreed finally, trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Jack clapped me on the shoulder, offering me words of encouragement.  I smiled, trying to hide how uneasy I was feeling.

"I'm trusting you not to let us down, kid," Beast said sternly.  "If you fuck this up, it won't matter how much history there is between your family and me, I won't be able to save you."

***

Beast's words were repeating over and over in my mind as I rode home, the package weighing heavily in my jacket.

I unlocked the front door and let myself in, carefully gazing around for Jenna.  I couldn't see her, and I snuck up to my room as quietly as I could to check if she was there, still. 

I heard the shower down the hall, and knew she wouldn't be, even before I saw the neatly made bed.  I slipped around the corner, figuring I had a few minutes, glancing around for somewhere to hide Beast's package.

Under the mattress or in the drawers was way too obvious, and it was too thick to roll up in the blind, like Jenna had done with Bonnie's money.  I needed somewhere safe.  It's not that I didn't trust Jenna anymore, but I was feeling paranoid.  If Lucas and his guys, or anyone for that matter knew where we were and broke in, I couldn't let them find it.

I was starting to panic about the whole situation, when I became aware of a presence behind me.

I swung around, my heart skiping a beat when I saw Jenna standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her while her hair still dripped down her bare shoulders.

She took a step back when I saw her, and I realized that I probably must have scared her just as badly.

"Hey," I smiled at her, trying to slow my racing heart.  "You scared me.  How are you feeling?"

She smiled hesitantly and shrugged, clutching the towel, and my phone, to her chest.

"A little better," she replied timidly.  "I didn't know you'd be back already."

"Yeah," I replied, feeling guilty again about lying.  "It's all sorted."

Jenna bit her lower lip, glancing at the package in my hand.

"Do you need to hide that?"  She asked me, gesturing to it with the hand that held the phone.

"Ah, yeah," I hesitated.  "I probably should."

Jenna didn't call me out on my lie, she just brushed past me to crouch in front of the drawers and pulled out the second one from the bottom.

"Do you have any of that silver tape?"  She asked.

"Gaffa tape?"  I offered, and nodded.  "I'll go find some."

I raced to the kitchen and found a roll of it under the sink, and then went back to Jenna, handing it to her curiously.

She took it, and the package I still held, taped it firmly to the underside of the drawer, and then slid it shut again.

"That shouldn't fall off when you open it," she assured me.

"I would have never thought of that," I adnitted, laughing.  "Thanks, Jenna."

She said nothing, staring at the floor for a moment.

"Can I go and get dressed now?"  She asked after a moment.

"Yeah," I answered, confused.  "Of course you can, you don't need my permission."

"Thank you," was all she said.