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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is the works of fiction and do not claim to know the members of the band Depeche mode and I am not making profit from this story

Chapter List
- 1-Love is a drug
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 17
- 18
- 19
In the morning Dave was already up early, lazily wandering into the main part of the flat and picking up a piece of paper that was propped up against the fruit bowel.
‘Martin & Dave
Thanks for last night guys, was so much fun.
Sorry I had to leave early, will give you bell later.
Red
P.S tell Martin sorry for not making coffee this morning. ’

Dave shook his head and walked over to the kitchen where he flicked down the switch of the kettle, then walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed shaking Martin lightly.
“Mart, its gone 9o’clock come on sleeping beauty.” He said, stroking his cheek.
The blonde man opened his eyes then stretched, looking at the clock and grumbled. “Ugh!” He pulled the covers over his head, but Dave just pulled them back. “Dave!”
“Look, we have to look lively. Have you seen the state of the lounge?”
“No, and I don’t care.”
“Cleaner. Mart?”
“Ah shit!” He then flipped the covers off and grumpily moved out to the bathroom. “Where’s Andy?” He asked before walking out of the door, not hearing his chirpy optimism that he annoyingly had first thing in the morning.
“Gone,” Dave lifted up the note in his hand and Martin just grunted.
“Good at doing that, disappearing before having to face any embarrassments.”
“Huh?”
“He did that to me last time.” Martin covered his mouth as he felt he had said something he shouldn’t, but Dave just smiled. “Yeah he is good at getting out of situations he can’t or won’t face.” He narrowed his eyes as he thought back to urge and interrogate him some time soon.
Martin turned and went to make himself more presentable. Dave could hear him swearing as he fiddled with the dodgy shower temperature “Coffee, love?” He shouted
“Yeah, thanks.” Martin responded, and Dave went to make it, chuckling as he heard the shower spray and the angelic voice of his angel as Martin sang to himself. ‘This mood won’t last for long when I have to tell him.’
Once they finished drinking the coffee a knock on the door made both men sit up from their sleepy slumps at the breakfast bar.
“Coooheee.” A female voice chimed. “It’s only me.”
Dave slipped off the stool and let her in. Martin made a face and pointed to the mess on the coffee table. Dave mouthed ‘shit’ but opened the door just as he saw it.
“Hi boys,” The middle-aged auburn-haired lady smiled, putting down a small box of her own cleaning stuff. “Oh dear, had a rough night?” She grinned, seeing Martin half cut, shadows ringed under his eyes.
“Yes something like that.” Dave blushed and winced as he moved quickly to grab a tea towel to mop up the mess. Jean frowned at what he was doing, cheeks flushing, but she knew. “Oh I see.” She looked at Martin who just beamed widely.
“Ok, I’ll start with the bedroom if you like?”
“Err no.” Dave jumped in, blocking the door, knowing how it smelt like a brothel. “Don’t worry about that we’ll sort that later, it’s a bit of a state.”
“Ok.”
“Bathroom, we have finished in there.” Dave turned to Mart who nodded.
“Ok then.” She chose some bathroom cleaner and a cloth from the box then moved past Dave to make a start.
He quickly shut the bedroom door, and then rushed over to the coffee table. “Fuck, the coke!” He groaned, taking the tray and dabbing at what was left, sticking it in the sink and washed it. Martin sat and watched. Dave stopped what he was doing and looked up. “Don’t just sit there, clear the junk.”
Martin rolled his eyes and picked up the bag of coke and stuffed it in his pocket, throwing away the straws and the cardboard. With another towel he cleaned up the mess that was smearing every where. “Ok sorted.” He rested his hands on his hips after throwing it in the wash pile.
“Right lets go out and get breakfast, the little café on the corner?”
“Yes I’m starving.”
Dave grabbed his keys, phone and wallet -not bothering with a jacket as it was hot, and just went out in his blue jeans and white vest. Martin followed as Dave shouted back out to the lady “Popping out, leave you to it.”
“Ok.” She called back.
“And leave the bedroom today.” He repeated as he puffed out in relief as they walked out.
At the restaurant Andy was in the office sorting out the accounts, his mind not exactly on the job -more like on ‘the job’ with Martin. He was thinking back and recalling the event in his head, not impressed with himself for indulging in drugs, but he had only had a small amount and it hadn’t affected him as much as he’d thought. His mouth dropped open as he stared blankly at the computer screen, images of Martin’s face in sexual peak causing a stirring in his trousers.
A tap on the door caused him to jump and fidget before the face of one of his waitresses poked around the door. “Hello Tori, what’s up?” He was a little breathless as he clicked the mouse, pretending to work, not looking up at the girl with strawberry blonde curly shoulder-length hair.
“Oh sorry Mr Fletcher,” She apologized, hearing his cold tone. “Adam wants to know what the soup of the day was to be today”
“Oh god I told him already and it’s on the menu. Doesn’t that boy read anything?!” He was getting grumpy by this unnecessary interruption of his fantasy. “Sorry darling didn’t mean to snap, just we and a little party last night and I’m tired.” He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Oh, partying too hard Boss?” She smiled, catching a smirk crawling over the side of his mouth.
“Yes.” He chuckled. “Tell him its butternut squash.” He placed the specks back and looked at her.
His eyes roamed over her white blouse that just showed just enough cleavage, her bust a nice rounded shape, her nipples hard and poking through the thin material, over her slim waist and full hips, down to her shapely legs encased in black tights.
“Ok,” The girl walked away closing the door. Andy sighed and sat back in the plush black swivel chair. “Work will not happen today with thoughts like this.” He rubbed at his erection.
“Lunch time” He announced to himself as he got out the chair. The door knocked again and Tori came in with a glass of fizzing water, placing it on the desk and then looking up at a puzzled Mr Fletcher.
“Aspirin,” She smiled. “For your hangover”
Andy wasn’t sure whether to thank her or scold her for the cheek of assuming that he was hung over, which he wasn’t, though he did have a slight headache.
“Thank you sweetheart how thoughtful” He decided to be nice. He sensed she was holding a little candle for him. He wouldn’t really mind but she was too young for him anyway, being only eighteen while he was thirty-four. It still didn’t stop him from undressing her with his eyes and getting a hard on in her presence. Sarah was more his type, and only two years younger than he was. But she had never really been interested although Andy had tried.
Watching her ass as she turned, he picked up the glass and drank the contents in one go, then proceeded to head out for some lunch -somewhere where he could be alone or not get hassled by his employees. And maybe he could give Dave and Mart a ring.

The door slammed, almost hitting Dave’s face, as Martin stormed into the now spotless flat. Dave pushed the door before it smacked him. “Oh come on Martin, you knew it was coming!” He followed behind him, hoping he could make him see reason. He placed the shopping bags on the table.
“I know, but things have been so good lately, after this.” He pushed on his chest. “It’s all gonna to go crap again, like that fucking man is a curse on us or something. Every time he calls something happens.”
“Don’t talk bollocks Mart, nothing will happen this time.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do, now come on. I told you I will say no.”
“Why not tell him by phone or through Andy?”
“I- cos well he wants to be professional, and that’s what we are ok, now start acting like it Mart.”
“Fuck you.” He spat and headed to the bedroom.
“Oh Mart, where are you going? Please don’t sulk”
As he moved a pile of sheets came flying out the door, followed by the slight blonde who picked them up and shoved them in the washing bag. Dave was still behind him.
“Look I will do that, you go sit down. You look so tired, and you are still hurting.” He observed Martin wincing in pain as he bent down.
“No I will do it, need to let out some energy as you’ve rightly pissed me off now. Besides they stink of bloody sex and ice cream.” He grumbled softly, smelling them a mile off.
“You need a fix Martin. You have become quite accustomed to that junk.”
“No I haven’t.” He stared into his eyes angrily.
“Then what happened to that bag and why were so long in the gents? Having to go every twenty minutes huh?”
“Had problems, you know being fucked several times a night can be a little...” He cleared his throat and shifted his feet. “Uncomfortable.” He averted his eyes.
Dave reached down and took his face in his hands, looking at his lovers pupils that were like saucers.
“Bollocks, you snorted the lot.” He glared sternly. “DIDN’T YOU?”
The smaller man jumped at the raised voice and nodded slowly.
“What the hell were you thinking? Taking it out with us in the first place, you could have been fucking nicked?”
“You had some on you when picking it up from Mad fucking Paddy!”
“Yeah in a secure pocket of the lining in my jacket, not the back pocket of my jeans” He shoved Martin against the wall and turned him around roughly, fingers dipping down into his pockets and pulling out the empty bag. He turned him around again and looked down at the shameful expression on his face. “You know we never take it out unless we are doing a drop. Fuck Mart! Two, I repeat two, police men were outside the public toilets, have you gone insane?”
“Sorry.” Martin looked up again, a plea in his eyes.
“Look at you; you are off your face. We have a shift at Millers later you think Dan will put up with this huh? You think he’d do if he found out he had a coke-head for a barman? Fucking get you sacked Mart, and that is not cool, we need the money right now.” He threw the bag at his face and turned away.
“I’m not a coke head.” Martin whined pattering after him like a small child.
“Get off the junk Mart, get professional and buck your ideas up or you will finish us all.”
“YES!” He yelled at the constant ringing of the phone that drilled through his head, wrenching it off the wall and taking it out on the poor person on the other side.
“Oh sorry Dave, did I catch you at a bad time?!”
“Oh hi yeah sorry Red just… argh!” He flipped his hair from his face.
“What’s up?”
“Oh Mart he’s-” He looked around to see him scowling at him and then turned around and scratched his beard.
“Nothing about last night I hope?” Andy was feeling something churn in his gut.
“No no, he’s pretty much finished off the gear from last night.”
“Christ, all of it?”
“Yep”
“Fuck Dave you better watch he don’t get hooked!”
“I know, it looks like he already has.” He turned again but Martin was gone.
“Shit Dave, we can’t keep it at the flat if he’s going to crave it, fuck he’d be no use to us, make mistakes. Completely zombied all the time”
“Well he already made a big one by taking it out to breakfast and around town, in his back pocket an all!” Dave heard the man sigh on the other end. People were talking and there were cluttering of plates and cutlery "You at work?”
“No, out to lunch at Slinkys. Look if it helps I will talk to him, he might listen. With you he just rebels.”
“Yeah cheers Andy, just hope he cleans up before work tonight.”
“I will call you later, got to get back to work. I didn’t get a lot done this morning, feel like shit.”
“Haha! Teach you for romping all night.”
“Well, small price to pay for some carnal desires.”
“Yes, see ya.”
As he hung up a feeling of guilt raced through him so he went to find Martin. He was in the bedroom, flattening the duvet and stretching it over the bed, not noticing the dark handsome man leaning on the door frame watching him.
“Finished bitching to Andy about me?” Martin’s eye glanced up for a split second then went on with his task.
“For your own good Love, you can’t fuck this up; we need our wits about us in this business. We don’t want to end up in jail do we?” He moved to help with making up the bed, tucking the side under the mattress.
“No, guess not.” Martin sat down and doubled over with a groan.
.
“Oh babe,” Dave moved and crouched in front of him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know, just don’t do it again and just take it in moderation, ok?”
“Yes – ARGH!”
“Oh look go and lie down, you are still in a great deal of pain.”
“No I’m fine.” He stood and shrugged Dave’s arm from his shoulder, but then whimpered again and held his chest.
“Lie down, don’t be stubborn.”
Martin did as he was told and rested on the clean sheets. Dave rushed around, knowing there were still some painkillers left. He found them and then fetched him some water before returning to his boyfriend.
“Here, take two of these.” He handed him the drugs and Martin took them, nodding his thanks then closing his eyes.
“I only took it cos I was in so much pain Dave.” Martin’s voice brought him back from his thoughts.
“Why didn’t you tell me, we would have stayed home and I would have cooked us brunch. You could have rested rather than being dragged around the supermarket.”
“Yes well you would have only said it was because of the sex last night, and then told me to shut up.”
“No I wouldn’t.”
Martin gave him a look, raising a single eyebrow.
“If you are not up to the shift tonight I will let Dan know as soon as I can so he can get a temp in.”
“No it’s ok, like you said we need the money. If you are going to feed my expensive habit,” He smiled and Dave knew he was teasing him.
“If you are sure”
“Yes, I’ll just have an hours sleep and I should be right as rain by six.”
“Ok I’ll leave you, and get the laundry washed.” Leaving the bedroom, Dave picked up the bag in the kitchen and went downstairs to the utility room.

Daniel was pottering about behind the bar when the two turned up for work and he greeted them with a positive grin as they moved towards him.
“Alright Dan?” Dave eyed him in a strange way.
“You two made up then?”
“Sorry Dan, you lost me.”
The elder man looked at Martin who had completely forgotten that he had come in on Saturday to find Dave in a state, before his terrible incident. “Yes, it’s all sorted.” He jumped in before Dave opened his mouth to ask.
“Oh good, wouldn’t want to lose my best bartenders would I? The public like to see a handsome face behind the bar.”
“A -handsome?” Dave queried, gesturing over to his man who had already started to serve a young couple.
“And a pretty one” Dan looked as Martin handed them the drinks with a bashful smile.
“So how’s things?” He asked Dave who was just standing around. It was quiet at this time of day, and being the beginning of the week it was likely to stay that way, but you never knew who would turn up so he had the staff to cover anyway.
“Yes we are good, you?”
“Can’t complain. ‘Ere, you hear about the drugs scandal?” He nudged, Martin turned his head away quickly.
Dave straightened up and gulped nervously -Dan didn’t know about their double life. As far as he knew they both lived together in a flat a few streets away and were his part-time relief barmen at his public house. Dave had told him they had their own business -Wedding Planners. Martin’s idea as it was so stereo-typed for a gay couple to have as a job description, and could be pulled off well as it was done from home and a good earner, hence the money they had to pay for their fashionable apartment.
“No, what was that?”
“Some guy got arrested for possession of drugs and possible attempted murder!” Martin clumsily knocked over a glass at the words.
“Really?” Dave nodded and looked over to Martin who went pale.
“Yes, turns out he was in connection with some mafia boss or something, worked for him. Must have pissed him right off, cos it looks like he was framed. Mind you, he could have just been whacked, had it easy I’m guessing.”
“Oh really, all goes on, don’t it?” Dave rolled his eyes at Martin who stood still, blood draining from his face rapidly.
“Yeah been in the papers, all exciting stuff. Just wonder who this Boss is, wow, so glamorous,” Dan tilted his head in a dreamy stare.
“No it’s not, believe me Daniel.”
“What being a gangster? Oh god, would be my ambition, not running a poxy bloody pub! Be made mate, money, a mansion in Miami and women-”
“Seen the Godfather? Watching your back all the time, don’t sound fun to me.” Dave walked over to Martin and rubbed his arm attentively as he still stood stunned.
“Favourite film,” Dan sighed. “So how’s business?” Dave swore his heart leapt out of his mouth. “Any weddings, this time of year is always busy?”
“Yeah, got a few lined up. Just designed a lovely couple, married last week.
“Aw lovely. Me and me missus married 25 years now. When you gonna make an honest man out of him?”
Martin came around from his shock as Dan pointed a thumb at him with a smile.
“Oh I dunno, maybe one day, hey love?” Dave kissed his lips to comfort him. Martin just smiled and leaned in.
“Aw you two are just so good together, was scared that you’d had an argument the other day, worried my two favourite boys was splitting up.”
“No way, you and me always. That’s our song. The Wannadies, right Mart?”
“Yeah”
“Good stuff, make sure I get an invite!”
“Oh you will, don’t worry.”
Luckily the conversation ended as a few men walked in. Dan went to serve them whilst Dave fussed over his lover. “You ok?” He asked, seeing the horror on his face at the newsflash.
“Yes, so it was true McGiffern was arrested.”
“Looks like it Mart, you are safe now and I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”
They spoke quietly as the landlord was busy with drinks, not hearing their hushed words. “Right guys I need to pop out, I will leave the bar in your hands. Gets too busy just call me on my mobile.”
“No prob, leave it with us.” Dave grinned.
“Good lad, see you in a few of hours.” Dan lifted the flap and walked out the double doors.

It was a reasonable pace, people came and went, an easy night really, but then at about 10ish somehow the place was heaving. The two men struggled to get customers served. They could have called Dan but it was only an hour till closing.
Mart was pulling a pint, and was looking over the shoulder of the man he was serving, when his hands stopped suddenly. He watched two men glide past, weaving in and out of the crowd in the distance. His eyes widened, and his hands shook.
“Err mate, you’re not tipping the glass.” The dark haired youngster with piercings and red streaks said as he saw Martin not concentrating on what he was doing, just gazing at nothing.
“Huh?” The blonde man looked down, not realizing he was still absently pulling the lever and the froth was overflowing around his fingers.
“Sorry mate, I’ll get you another.” Dave came in quick, pushing his lover out of the way. “Here.” He handed a fresh pint to the not very impressed man with three of his friends and smiled in his charmed manner. “What the hell’s up with you?” He growled, as Martin still had his eyes on something or someone.
His breath became shallow and he was almost incoherent as he pointed. Dave followed his finger to a booth at the back. “I saw- I saw them.” He breathed, now inviting people to stare at him.
“Martin who? Look, come on you are tired and stressed.” He grinned at another customer that was looking at his boyfriend like he was mental.
He scooted to the far end of the bar and walked back, tiptoeing like a meerkat on the lookout for danger.
“Martin!” Dave yelled as he grabbed his shoulders to keep him still, turning him around as the moaning customers demanded service. “What the hell is wrong? Come on get a grip!”
“The men, they-”
“What? Fuck, Jesus where did all these people come from?” Dan said as he came through the back, lightly scowling as the two weren’t actually serving the annoyed faces of the public.
“Yes sir?” He said to the impatient man at the bar.
“Go out back.” Dave commanded, feeling they were going to be in trouble for this. Martin did so and sat in the back room, dropping his head in his hands to control his panic.
Once last orders were called, the pub started to empty, the last remaining drunk having to be pushed out as Dave closed the door, turning and sighing as he did, leaning on the glass and closing his eyes. As he opened them again he saw Daniel standing with an expectant look.
“So everything really ok?” He asked as Dave walked wearily behind the bar.
“Yes.”
“So why did Martin look like he was having a heart attack? If he couldn’t cope then you should have called me.” He turned firm, yet sympathetic as he felt the two still had problems.
“He’s had a bit of a shock; he’s not been too good lately to be honest.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah he...” Dave had to think hard and fast, but luckily one of his good skills was exaggerating.
“Yeah there were these guys, big guys, they attacked him.” He lifted and curved his arms in description.
Dan gasped and bit his lip. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. Why?”
“You know; vulnerable, pretty-” His eyes flicked up to catch his “-Gay!” He raised his eyebrows and
Dan understood with a nod. “Bastards wanna be locked up and throw away the key.” He frowned, feeling his anger boil. “So that was why he was covered in bruises a few weeks back. I thought you said he was fighting in the clubs again.”
“Well had to have a cover story, didn’t I? Not very nice everyone knowing you were part of a vicious attack from a bunch of homophobes is it?”
“No I guess not, Aw poor Mart. He seemed upset when he came looking for you on Saturday.”
“Yeah well he’s still recovering, pretty shook up. One had a knife ya know?” Dave milked, earning his sympathy.
“Did you call the police, find them?”
“No, we had descriptions, and police interviews were the last thing he needed, but as far as we know they’ve not been caught.” He dropped his head and sighed dramatically. ‘Hook line and sinker.’ He thought
“Well you two get off, I can sort out this mess.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just look after him, ok? And if he needs time off then I will grant it, how ever long he needs.”
“Thanks Dan, you are a star.” Dave patted his shoulder and went to find Martin.
He was curled on the large battered sofa in the back room, sleeping peacefully. “Poor sods exhausted.” Dave said to himself, walking over to lightly wake him, not wanting to startle him anymore. “Jeez Mart you have certainly been through the wars.” He whispered, stroking his face.
Martin’s eyes opened as he heard the soft spoken words. He looked a little afraid as he looked around to see the unfamiliar soundings.
“You alright?” He followed the voice and smiled. “Come on, home time”
“That time already? What about all the customers?”
“All gone home Mart, where you should be”
Dave helped him to his feet and grabbed his jacket from the hook on the door, wrapping it around his shoulders as he walked out. “See ya Dan.” Dave shouted out but the elder man was already in front of them.
“Night boys and Martin, I’m sorry what happened. As I said to Dave, take time off as long as you want,” The blonde frowned at his lover who pushed him out of the door with a sheepish grin. “Give you a call Dave. Think next week we might need you. Les is away for a week in Spain.”
“Yeah, bye!” Dave shoved Martin out before he started to ask questions.
“You told him?!” Martin stepped away and looked angrily at him once they got outside.
“No, look, I will tell you later.” He came close and put his arm around him as both men started to walk home.
Martin was still sure what he saw was real; two men, black pony tails, tall with dark skin, possibly Kermit’s PA’S. He was now more scared than ever, knowing that Kenneth was not too far away and knew where he worked. Who was to know they weren’t being followed home? Now he knew, he was connected to Wilder, McGiffen and possibly Andy. They were all in danger.


“Martin, what the hell are you doing?” Dave stood by the door watching as he shoved clothes rashly into a suitcase the next morning.
“Leaving”
“What? Why? What did I do?”
“We are leaving Dave.” He looked up and said harshly, then went on pulling out the drawers as more belongings filled his arms. Dave came up behind him and grabbed his wrist, spinning him around.
“What why? Don’t be so stupid Martin.”
“You think we are safe, huh? You worked it out yet?”
“No, well I dunno what to think Mart.”
“Well you had better. How’d you think Wilder knew about us running away? Eddy Brown getting conveniently tipped off, the hunter being framed? He’s blackmailing you into working for him. He does you a favour, you do him one.”
“Favour, what favour? You have been watching too many of those gangster films Martin. Obsessed, paranoid too, bloody coke is fucking with your head.”
“Really? C’mon Dave you think?” Martin stepped back and searched his eyes. “I was almost killed twice. What does that tell you?” He was almost sobbing as he weakly forced the words out.
Dave just stood stunned looking at the hysterical man. “Last night I saw two of that- things bodyguards. The two that escorted me to his office, the two that worked at the club. He’s watching me, waiting. He’s probably tried to get me killed through Wilder, who wants you all to himself.”
“Now, how has this man got anything to do with Alan?”
“Oh Alan is it now?! Fuck Dave why don’t you just go and run to him? As long as I’m not in the picture he has you, and he has, by the balls!”
“Martin, you are paranoid.” Dave walked close but the small hands pushed him away with all their strength.
“You don’t fucking care about me anymore, that’s why you let Andy fuck me.”
“Martin that’s not true, I love you.” Dave pleaded with open arms.
Martin finished saying his piece and went back to packing, closing the baggage with trouble as the clothes were just screwed up untidily to the brim. “Get out of my way.” He spat as Dave barricaded the bedroom door with his body, arms stretched against the frame.
“No.”
“Fuck it Dave, don’t make me hit you!” He balled up his fists.
“You are not going anywhere until we speak to Andy.”
“FUCK ANDY!!” Martin shouted, shoving the stubborn frame away with all his strength.
“Err fuck me what?” A firm booming voice came from behind them, making them jump. “Door was open.” Andy said as Dave turned and Martin dropped the suitcase. “So what’s going on?” He frowned at Martin who looked scared out of his wits.
“Martin has got it into his head that this- the man who attacked him was after him, reckons he saw them in the pub last night.”
“Oh.”
“Oh, is all you can say?” Martin picked up the case and charged past the two. “I’m not staying here, I’m gone. Go to Alan, at least I will be alive and not murdered. I’m gone.”
“No!” Andy shot by and slammed the door, blocking it.
“Where will you go?” Dave crept closer.
“Far away, abroad, States. Anywhere away from the danger”

“Let’s just sit down and talk yeah?” Red rubbed his face, almost knocking his glasses off.
“Yeah, talk.” Dave glared over to the redhead. In the corner Martin was pulling the handle, but he was stopped as Andy came over, quickly lifting him clean off the floor, with a scream from the slight man, and chucked him on the sofa.
“Fuck Andy!” Martin cried, clasping his chest that was still bloody painful.
“Andrew, how long was you standing there?” Dave came behind him with the question.
“Long enough,” He looked over the lenses.
“Well, can you tell him he’s being ridiculous?”
“I’M NOT!!!” The blonde yelled, face filled with anger, anguish and pain.
“Mart, he’s right.” Andy now crouched next to him.
Martin stared back in contempt and then ripped open his shirt showing the scar that still looked raw. “THAT RIDICULOUS, HUH? DID I FUCKING IMAGINE THIS?” Andy swallowed and averted his eye. “No cos it still fucking hurts Andy, not just the wound but my bloody heart” Martin broke down, crying into his arms, long gasps of air being forced into his lungs as he cried his heart out.
The two exchanged looks, and Dave came running to him and held him in his arms, rocking him lightly, carrying his burden on his chest. Once his tears subsided Dave looked up to the red-headed man. Something in his eyes held a hint of guilt.
“You had better tell me what is going on Red. I know something is, maybe nothing to do with what Martin was on about, but Wilder and this mess. He has a point about the shooting, twice too many to be accidental, so maybe someone is out to get him out of the way, I’d already thought over that.”
“I don’t know.” Andy dropped his head and licked his lips.
“BOLLOCKS!” Dave yelled, now losing his patience with the man. “Something ain’t right here, and I feel you know more that you are letting on.”
“I-” Andy started then flopped down on the chair, scratching his face with his hands as he tried to wriggle out of it. Dave and Martin already knew too much, had worked it out, but as for Kenneth, Andy didn’t have a single clue. It was new to him, well sort of.
He knew that Alan owned Club Noir and that happened to be where Martin was assaulted, so Kermit was one of the employees or manager at least. That was why he didn’t want Martin to worry, or go with Dave to the meeting, in case he was there, in case he was mentioned and that would ruin Wilders plan.
“We are waiting Red.” He looked up at Dave whose eyes darkened with anger. Martin’s were glassy and red but scorched through him for an answer.
“Ok, I had no idea that this man was going to hurt Martin ok? I’m genuinely sorry but I had orders from Alan to drop coke at the club. I didn’t know that he was a part of the organisation, so maybe he wanted to test him? See how strong he was? When he saw he was weak, he called me to say that Martin wasn’t good enough for the job. In not so many words actually.”
“Weak?” Martin raised an eyebrow. “He fucking forced me Andy, how could I have done anything with a knife to my throat?” He wiped his noise on his hand and sniffed.
“Maybe you should have fought back Mart.” Andy sounded heartless as he threw the words at him.
“Maybe you should have never got involved.” Dave protectively cut in, rubbing the shoulders of the man in his arms.
“David, he had everything we could wish for, a great contact with benefits.”
“And a coffin to go with it!” Dave sniped bitterly, causing the body next to him to stiffen. He apologized with a soft peck.
“No, don’t be like this boys, it just sounded-”
“-Too good to be true, right? Well ideas of grandeur have gotten us into shit. I am going call it off, and you break the contract with him Andy.” Dave pointed sternly.
“I can’t.”
“Why not? You were the one who has instigated it Red, now sort it out!” Dave stood sharply and sparked up a cigarette, lighting one for Mart whilst he was at it.
“He’s-” Andy sighed and creased up his face. He could be dead man walking for this!
“Spit it out!”
“-A Gangster.” The room fell silent. Martin’s face became a whiter shade of pale, and Dave stood mouth gaping open. He had said too much and it didn’t take much for them to work out the rest.
“ARE YOU FUCKIN MAD?!” Dave shouted, dragging his fist through the air, and spun on his heels.
“I didn’t know, I swear. I swear Dave that I had no idea.”
“What about this McGiffen huh? I bet he was part of the plan.”
“I dunno David, he never tells me much; just that he wants a deal, get you in the business, nothing more.” He bowed his head in shame.
“What about him huh? Why wasn’t he involved? Why me and not Mart?
“I told you, he is not up for it.”
“Then I will have nothing further to do with him. You can tell him that I’m not going to go to Sussex tomorrow, he can shove it up his pompous ass.” He rammed his fist into the wall and breathed hard, almost snarling audibly.
“Did you know when we did that drop Red? Did you know I was hunted?” The angelic voice carried in the room, making the two men look over to its owner.
“No, I know Alan arranged it, but I didn’t know he was planning that Martin.” Andy spoke softly now.
“I would never have gone through with it if I had I swear.”
“So how come you didn’t, you coward?” Dave snapped as he blew out the smoke loudly. He walked around, glancing at Martin who looked dejected “You stupid, what you think he asked you for huh?”
“I didn’t know he was a bounty hunter David, I told you that, I never knew anything. I just knew he wanted Martin away from you.” The room again went so quiet that you could hear a tiny pin drop. It broke with an audible noise from Martin’s throat as he swallowed.
“So he was trying to kill me.” He panted, feeling faint as he fell back on the sofa.
“Look, Mart.” Andy rushed over and held his hand tightly as Dave watched in disgusted from the far end of the room. “Look at me.” He waited until the beautiful green eyes locked with his before he spoke. “He‘s not now ok? If he was trying that is.” He shook his head. “I had no idea what was going on, all I knew is we dropped gear to this McGiffen, who was going to give us a huge amount of money for it, ok so 10% went to Wilder, but it was more than enough for us.”
Dave clapped his hands in applause and he strut back into the lounge. “Nice little performance of affection Andy but you failed to grasp why the bounty was framed, oh and Eddy Brown conveniently that was involved in the drop after it had failed.”
“What?” Andy’s head snapped around, now catching Dave’s dark, smouldering eyes.
“Mart, you were right all along, my smart boy.” Dave cupped his chin and kissed him, pulling him away from Andy. “Tell him Mart, what you have figured and what this dumb shit ain’t.”
“I think he’s blackmailing Dave.”
“But how?” Andy frowned.
“I wish we knew, and that is where you come in Andy.”
“Me?”
“Yes, tell us.”
“I dunno Dave...” Then he remembered the text. ‘Dave owes me, the bounty is no longer your concern.’ But he had already said too much, he had to deny it all otherwise he will be dead, and already could be.
“The second time was definitely no accident was it? He was there waiting in the fucking grassy knoll with his gun, for Martin, so how can he be safe Red? How did you know where he was when it happened?” Dave grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, spitting out the words in his face and showing his fangs. He was close enough for his fist to reach him and it was threatening to as his arm rose.
“I dunno! Please Dave I really don’t.” Andy squirmed in his tight grip, almost in tears as his own life was in Wilder’s hands now.
“Pathetic!” Dave let go and walked away again before he fucked up his face. Martin just froze, stunned in one spot, his breath shallow, eyes wide and petrified.
Dave now came over and smoothed his cheek but the blonde was in shock and didn’t even flinch.
He took his hands and stroked them tenderly, pulling at them, and he then stood, walking him to the bedroom and laying him down on the bed, kissing him. The man still stayed in the same state.
A body was standing at the door, a look of remorse over his face. Dave turned his head then walked over to him, pushing him away as he shut the door. Martin’s eyes were slowly closing as he did.
“Fuck!” He cursed, pulling back his hair in frustration. “You better not be pulling our strings, or there will be hell to pay!”
“Dave I swear he is no longer in danger. He’s gone, arrested or even dead as far as I know.”
“Well I hope so for your sake, cos it will be me to fear not him. I will rip you apart if anything else happens to him.”

Andy swallowed and nodded, backing off to leave and turning to see Dave shaking with his back turned having a crisis of his own. “I’m sorry Dave, I swear I didn’t know, but remember who saved his life.” He spun around and left, leaving Dave confused, upset and enraged
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