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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 7
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8
Martin walked proudly along the street for once feeling worthy of his existence on this earth. Over the last few days he had felt so low and inadequate, worthless.
The girl, Lillie had been taken in by Sister Anna, who took pity on this poor girl and her little three month old baby daughter, who she had named Hope, believing she could live through this horrid lifestyle. It was a miracle this baby had even lasted this long in that hellhole; she must have been a doting, caring and good mother.
Martin was her angel who had fallen from the sky; he had promised he would help her and he had. He was now feeling on top of the world and able to forget the horrors and anxieties of the last fortnight. He had done his good deed and hoped it would make up for all the sins and vices he had, dealing and using. It was new experience for him since he had entered that convent, like a door had been opened with a bright light on the other side of it. Everything was so clear, so wonderful, and a new hope had dawned on him.
“Well, I’d say you have a lot to be happy for.” Andy said walking beside him watching the smile flatten on his lips.
“Yes I do.” He beamed.
“Was a great thing you did Mart, you’re a real saviour.”
“Ahh shut up.” He blushed. “Anyone would have done the same, seeing that poor baby with only a future in drug abuse.” He took a moment to examine his own life. Thank God he had rescued the poor girl from being like him. He too was once homeless, broke, but he didn’t really rely on drugs. He had a little to dull the pain but he wasn’t an addict, at least not yet! He became solemn and his friend recognized the change in his mood.
“Hey what’s up? You should be so proud of yourself.” He stopped him in the street and looked down at him.
“I… this is wrong.”
“What is?”
“This whole thing that we are doing, what I’m doing.”
“Rubbish Mart,” Andy argued. “The black market pays well, right? Or would you rather work long hours for a pittance and struggle to pay the rent, and eat, and do all the great things we do?”
“It’s dissolute.” He sighed sitting down heavily on a bench and lighting a cigarette.
Andy made a face, hoping he could make him see. “You see over there?” He pointed to an obvious location, sitting close to him. “Girls lie on their backs and earn more than he might do in a whole week.” He then pointed at a random waiter serving tea in the café they had stopped in front of.
“I guess you are right” He remembered when he and Dave had slogged hard to pay for the expensive flat. Until Andy came alone, it was evident they would be chucked on the street, their wages being so low, and the rent too high. Even if they had rented a cheaper flat they still would have had to struggle to makes ends meet. It was the story of everyone’s lives really.
He had it good, he knew that, but he still felt so guilty. The young lad looked tired as he took the orders from another table by the window. He and Dave still worked in the little local bar every now and then when staff were on holidays or off sick, or if they happened to be very busy.
Dave was a popular man, his charisma always winning him friends easily. He was well known and had easily persuaded Daniel, the landlord, to allow Martin to work there too. The drug money helped for those little extras they could never have afforded otherwise.
“You know I am Marty.” Andy wrapped his arm around him and tugged him closer. The bulge in his jacket pressed against him, and he realized they had to get home now before they were found in possession. “Come on, we’d better get home safely before anyone gets a hint of what I have in here.” He patted his chest and stood, pulling Martin up with him.

Dave stood and looked at the house with wide eyes, stunned at this beautiful building. ‘This man must be very successful owning something like this.’
“You want me to wait sir? Mr Fletcher did say you may be here a while.”
“If you would It’s probably only gonna take me half an hour.”
Joe tipped his hat and sat back in the car. Dave moved closer, his heart pounding hard, unsure what he was to expect. The white painted door with arched frosted-glass windows was sheltered by pillars, like a small porch. It had an old iron knocker, so he adjusted his hair and clothes before finding the courage to use it.
For a moment there was nothing, but then it swung open gently. A man stood inside, tall with almost white hair, eyes slightly unfriendly, sinister, until he smiled, and then his face turned friendly and kind looking.
“Must be Boss’s 3’oclock?” He said looking up and down at Dave’s smart appearance.
“Yes I am Mr Gahan, he’s expecting me.”
“Ah yes, do come in.” He moved to the side and let Dave walk through the door, his eyes lighting up at the decor. The house must have been Georgian at least, judging by the foundations. The big square windows and the giant double doors, in which lead to unknown realms of this huge place.
“Please wait here, I will tell him you have arrived.”
Sitting on a plush red chair Dave looked around again. The old furniture, paintings, and bookshelves told him he was a cultured man. An artist maybe? He was playing the guessing game to himself when the man returned and asked him to follow him, walking through those massive doors and into a corridor. They turned left and then faced a crossroad of doors, each looking the same. The man knocked on the one they were facing and the voice of the mysterious man called.
“Come in.”
Dave’s excitement grew his ears captured that first sound of his voice. It wasn’t that clear through the thick wooden door. His became apprehensive as the door slowly opened, his heart almost leaping out of his mouth when he saw a reasonable sized office. It was a lot more modern looking than the rest of the house, with a curved desk and an Apple Mac computer over to the right.
A neat pile of paperwork rested in the middle, and folders slotted neatly inside a tall filing cabinet.
There was a black arm chair opposite, next to the large window with cream curtains tied in the middle. Dave stepped in and the scent of the butler wafted up his nose as he moved past him, bending down to listen to what he had to say.
The man with mid-length brown hair that was swept back with a light gel in line with his jaw; whispered something to him which Dave couldn’t grasp “Thank you Mr Kendall, that will be all.” He said waving his pen at him dismissively, holding it between his fingers as if he was smoking it.
As soon as the door shut he gave Dave a most warming smile, which instantly made him relax and melt just the tiniest bit. “Please sit.” He asked gesturing to the comfy looking chair.
Dave did so, taking in the man’s incredible features. He was careful not to stare too much, though he thought him captivating and very handsome. He had high cheek bones, a full pouting bottom lip and an angular pointed nose. Sharp, piercing, light blue maybe grey eyes watched him, barely visible engulfed as they were by the large dark pools. ‘Like a fox,’ he thought.
He wore a black T-shirt with a similar coloured jacket covering some logo, just a small part of some blue lettering showing underneath. Dave assumed he was wearing black trousers too but the desk covered his lower half.
“Mr Gahan?” He asked in clipped tones.
Dave smiled and nodded waiting for the smooth twang of his voice again.
I’m Mr A C Wilder, your colleague has told me a lot about you and the business.”
“Yes he is our trusted manager and a good friend. He keeps everything in check.”
“I see, yes. He has informed me on how well your little empire is doing.”
If Dave wasn’t mistaken he sensed a little condescending tone.
“Yes, we do very well.” He answered sharply, shifting a little in his seat. He wasn’t going to sit there and let him look down at his nose at him.
Wilder chuckled a little and stood up, wandering over to a drinks cabinet. He took two glasses and then turned to see Dave’s eyes had followed him, still looking slightly offended. He was wearing dark blue jeans to Dave’s surprise.

“Drink?” He grabbed a bottle of what looked like expensive vodka.
“Please.” Dave tried to be polite, after all he still had to be careful and wait and see what he had to say for himself. For a start, he put ‘Mr Wilder’ down as a self satisfied git, but something deeper caught his eyes as he turned around and handed him the glass.
Dave took it graciously and nodded a thank you, watching him settle back down behind his desk, sipping the clear liquid. Dave moved the glass from his lips and waited sensing he had something to say.
Slowly and gracefully, he put down his own glass and sat back, entwining his long fingers together, eyeing up the other man. “What if I was to tell you that you could do a hell of a lot better?”
Dave frowned now this was interesting! “Well it’s a thought, but I think the business has been a great success so far.”
“Hmmm” He raised an eyebrow. “Fletch tells me you had a spot of bother recently.”
Dave suddenly became angry. ‘How dare he discuss our problems with a complete stranger?!’
“Did he now?!” He put down the glass and leant forward, almost challenging the man with his dark eyes. “It was a one off, we have not experienced a single problem in the past year.” He almost growled.
Wilder just smiled, he liked the cut of this guys jib, and knew he was strong willed, enthusiastic, and tough. Perfect. “As I said.” He changed the subject slightly. “I think you would benefit from doing a lot better. And not only that; being surrounded by some strong ally’s means no one can touch you, not even the police.”
Dave now looked confused but slightly intrigued. What about the police? Was he some kind of mafia boss?
Dave opened his mouth to speak but the words stuck in his throat. What did he mean? What was he after? In a way he had some kind of inkling but what did it involve?
“We have a lot to discus and you will need time to think, so I am inviting you to stay the night, dine with me and talk business. The cook does a lovey Cantonese dish.”
He smiled again but Dave was still baffled. ‘Stay the night? Oh Martin, I had better let him know he will go frantic!’
“It would be silly to have travelled so far and not expect my offer. I will not take no for an answer.” He coaxed, looking at Dave sternly, knowing this was a mind game designed to test who was in control.
“Ok.” Dave said, smiling back at him, almost reeled in by his charm. “But I must inform my colleagues that I’m here and safe!” He emphasised the last word.
“Very well then” Wilder raised his glass for a toast, waiting for Dave to do the same. Eventually he did so and they clinked glasses. “I have a feeling we will get on very well.” He then said, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips.

They were lost, of all the times this was the worst possible time to have lost the car. Desperately running from the crooks or who ever they were, had diverted them away from where they were parked and now they were wandering around in circles.
“I was sure it was this street.” Martin said, pointing to a hairdressers he was certain they had passed before they had that little entanglement.
“Na, that was called Lorrain’s, or was it Lances?”
“Oh god” Martin cursed, now feeling tired. They stopped and looked around, the streets all looked the same and his silver Hyundai was no where to be seen.
“Fuck.” Andy growled.
“You don’t suppose the cops found it and towed it away?” Martin said with a serious look on his face.
“Don’t be ridiculous, why would they take my car?”
“I dunno, maybe with the shooting incident they connected it to us?”
“Shut up Mart! We were the victims remember?”
“Yeah but we have goods!”
“Martin please, don’t make this harder for me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to force down the stress. Martin may have had a point, but he didn’t think the cops would be looking for the car, it was more likely they would be looking for them!
“Shit lets get the hell out of here.” He caught Martin by the collar of his leather jacket and dragged him along.
“Hey!”
They slipped into a side street and Andrew looked around. Two coppers were walking down the road, walkie-talkie close to ones mouth. “Fuck it.” He pulled back, clasping the bag close to his chest, feeling his heart pounding in fear.
“What?” Martin asked then looked around, instantly moving back against the wall. “Oh!”
“Yes.”
“What if they found the body? What if we were snitched on by the other tramps..?”
“…Shut it Martin, I’m trying to think.”
“We need to get rid of this and fast. I can’t carry this stuff around with me all day, we could get caught.”
“How?”
“We will have to find someone.”
“You nuts? You know how dodgy that is!”
“Got a better idea?”
Martin looked down and bit his lip, freezing at the sudden sound of the walkie talkie crackling from the policemen as they passed close by. Andy stopped breathing and froze like a rabbit in headlights.
As the sound quietened, they exhaled loudly.
“Andy I wanna go home, I have had enough now!” He complained.
“Just as soon as we get rid of this”
“No, I can’t do this, not anymore. Let’s find the car and get the hell out of here.”
Andy gazed down at the smaller man. “Look we go on then we are finished. Jail, maybe ten years, do you really want that?”
“No.” Martin sank down the wall miserably.
“Then let’s get rid of it, I think I might know someone.”

Moving closer to the station, Martin became aware of who this person was -Eddy Brown, the last contact that they should be dealing with. He had had quite a few dealings with the boys, but he’d also been raided a few times too. He lived in a tattered old flat in a block of seven stories, -a haven for addicts and drunks, and a regular haunt for the police to be called. He swallowed and looked up, Eddy was on the fifth floor, and he hated places like this.
“Look you can stay here if you feel you aren’t up to it...”
“No, I don’t want to be left alone with…” He shot a look to some boys, probably no older than 18, hanging around by the front door.
“You ain’t scared of a bunch of kids, are you?” He chuckled.
“No!” He huffed “Just... Its dodgy here Andy. What the hell you playing at? The police swarm here more than flies on shit.”
“It will be fine. We’ll be in and out in minutes I promise.” Andy placed his hands on his shoulders, a habit that was becoming more frequent these days.
Martin nodded and followed Andy up the metal grated steps. Loud techno music seeped through the walls of one flat, and from another, a girl screamed and shouted, obviously having a domestic which signalled a sure sign that the police would be there very soon. Martin’s fear rose yet again. All he wanted to do was be enclosed in the comforts of his own home, preferably his bed as the drinking from the night before was taking its toll.
They finally stood at a yellow stained door that looked like some one had thrown something foul at it. “I will go, you keep watch ok?” Andy said in the stern way he always did when he was in business mode. Martin nodded and Andy knocked.
“Fuck off,” came the rash reply.
“Eddy its Andrew.”
“Andrew who?” He sounded drunk, which wasn’t a surprise.
“Fletcher, I thought I might interest you in some stuff.”
It went quiet and the door opened a crack, the security chain stopping it after a few inches, just enough for Eddy to see who it was. A pair of reddened eyes peered out, firstly in annoyance but then they lit up when he saw the redhead standing there. The door closed and after a small shuffling noise, opened widely, a small, unshaven man with black hair and ruddy complexion looking out.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He smiled with open arms.
“Business! Look can I come in? I don’t want to talk here.”
“Sure thing, come in. Is Marty with you?” He looked around the door.
Martin shook his head and slipped around the corner to avoid being seen. To be honest, Eddy gave him the creeps, always hugging him, practically molesting him. He stank and he was vile, and they always took the piss out of Martin after they had visited him, teasing him that Eddy fancied him.
Old Eddy Brown would shag anything that moved, and Martin didn’t want to be one of them.
Once he was inside Martin crept back into the corridor and sighed, leaning on the railings and looking down at the litter of wood, tyres and god knows what else. He kept looking at the boys that seemed to be creeping closer. He hated this and cursed under his breath for Andy to hurry.
Someone screamed making Martin nearly jump out of his skin. There were three men piling out of the flat three doors down, almost knocking him down as they fled past. The lady shouted out, standing on the open landing and then the inevitable happened. Sirens wailing through the estate and Martin panicked and rapped on the door hard.
“Andy…Andy we gotta go NOW!”
“Who… What?” Eddy stammered, holding the goods. Andy shoved the wad of cash into his inner pocket.
“It’s Mart.”
“But I thought...”
“No time Ed. Hide that stash, we gotta go.” With that he fled out of the door, pulling Martin with him. Eddy hung on the frame looking at the two men run down the steps. The police car came speeding in and stopped dead, trapping Mart and Andy at the bottom of the steps. They heard someone shout “STOP POLICE” sirens ringing in their ears.
“Andy!” Martin called “They have nothing on us.” He panted whilst still running.
“No I couldn’t … I couldn’t...””
Suddenly he heard a yell. It was Martin but he couldn’t stop, not now. He still had some on him, Eddy could only afford so much, and so he was still left with half in his jacket. It was no good, he had to get away.
When he finally couldn’t run anymore he stopped, realizing the police had stopped chasing him and now had Martin up against the wall, frisking him.
“Shit!” He moaned, but then had an idea. There was no way he could let Martin get taken in by the police. They’d know he had visited Eddy, who was known to have drugs. He moved closer cautiously.
The men were reading Martin his rights, but as soon as he was in earshot he heard the words ‘shooting’ and ‘drugs’, and that they had been after him for a long time. This pig was one of those nasty self-righteous arseholes, who loved his job so much that he didn’t care about the abuse he would inflict on the criminals he caught.
“Who the hell tipped them off?” He whispered, now backing up.
Martin’s eyes soon caught his as his head was bashed to the side, his eyebrows arched and then he blinked helplessly. Out of the blue he kicked out, hitting one straight between his legs. The taller officer rolled over in pain, the other tried to grab Martin again as he tried to run away but was punched hard, something Andy had never seen before from the little friend. It worked, both men in blue limping about, giving Martin enough time to run at high speed towards the man watching.
“LEGGIT!!!!” He shouted as he shot passed him.
Both men ran through the streets for a second time, and Martin screeched as Andy’s car came into view. Quickly he pulled out the keys and pressed the button to open the door. It made a bleep and the lights flashed.
“Get in now!” Andy swung open the door and both men crawled in. Andy slammed down his foot and sped off, the two policemen only catching up as the car disappeared, so they couldn’t take down the registration.
“Bravo three, we lost them, repeat lost.               Silver Hyundai, couldn’t catch the number Sarge.” The smaller younger officer spoke on his radio.

Dave stepped out into the grand garden; the sun was gleaming, making it oh so picturesque. He walked along the path, hands in his pocket and admired the flush colour of the flowers. Obviously Wilder had a gardener to keep it looking like this -almost like the parks in London, he thought. But he wasn’t here to attend the bloody Chelsea flower show! He was here so he could call Martin and Andy in private, and to give him a chance to think about Wilder’s offer. One that he hadn’t actually said much about yet. He was to have dinner with him at 5, and later discuss his proposition in greater depth. He had hinted they could be better off, so what was his plan?
He took his phone from his jacket pocket and stared at it for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen, and tried to think on how to do this. He sighed, knowing Martin would hit the roof. He also didn’t want to give anything away, so he scrolled down the list and took the easy way out by sending him a text.
He sent it, then sighed staring up at the clear blue sky before heading back inside. He walked back into the house, finding Mr Wilder was waiting for him in the sitting room; a big open fire dominated the room furnished with antique beige furniture. He had a glass in his hand and as soon as Dave made an appearance he handed one to him and smiled.
“Dinner will be ready very soon.” Was the only thing he said before sitting down in the armchair next the fire.

“That was close.” Andy wiped his sweaty forehead then put his hand back on the wheel.
“Yes.” Martin was still out of breath and leaned his head on the back of the chair.
“Who you suppose tipped them off?”
“I dunno Andy I think they may have got us mixed up with the men who shot Frank.”
“I don’t think so; didn’t one say he had been after you for a while?”
“Why is everything always aimed at me?” He frowned at the man driving. “I mean, do I have ‘kick me’ stamped on my forehead?”
Andy chuckled “No Mart, but this is serious. If they have been tipped off about us then we are finished.” He glanced quickly at his friend, his expression hard.
“I still think they had us mixed up with those men.” Martin sulked, not wanting to even think about what could have happened.
“You do know we are on the run now Mart? I’d say they’ll have added assaulting two officers to list of charges as well!”
“Shit!” Martin groaned as he regretted kicking and punching the two officers.“I should have gone with them.”
“No, they would have found out where you’d been, raided Eddy’s place -who isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. He would have not hidden the stash and you’d be caught.”
“Why is it all me Andy? Have you forgotten you and Dave are a part of this too? And now they will be looking for your car.”
“Yes I have that one sorted.”
“How?”
“Ray Burns has his own garages, sells old crap stuff like that. I can swap it for another one of his cars until things die down. He can say it was given to him by a random fake stranger.”
“You’re a genius Andy.” He smiled, now feeling a bit safer, but still Martin was recognizable with his mass of fluffy curls. He worried that he would be found and things would get worse from now on. If he was caught then he would not involve Dave or Andy, like a man he would do his time.
He closed his eyes as the impending worry grew. ‘Where’s Dave?’ He pined after his lover that he now wished was here with him even more than before.
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