I took a deep breathe, I looked left, then right and then I twisted slightly and rammed my elbow into Tyrone’s chest. I shoved him away from me, sending him stumbling across the room. I followed him as he recovered and as he swung around I grabbed his shoulders and sent him reeling backwards into the dog haired armchair, he fell into it with a thud and without hesitating I was standing over him.
“Don’t be fuckin touchin’ me asshole, the coppers dropped us here but they also ferried your latest delivery of Hollands finest here as well. We take a lot of risks for you and i’m not gonna put up with your gangster shit.” I explained, my chest was straining but my voice didn’t falter.
“You’re in my fuckin’ ‘ouse Johnny, you’re on thin ice my son, if you brought the coppers to my house your finished.” Tyrone rasped through clenched teeth, his steely grimace was working over time.
It was a bizarre stand-off with me standing over Tyrone’s shadowy frame. He didn’t like being seated, it put him in submissive pose, but I knew his bark was worse than his bite, he needed to be put in his place.
“Shut the fuck up Tyrone! Ya shit ‘ed” Pinks chimed in, with typically impressive timing and calm.
“Smoke this.” He said, offering a freshly rolled joint to Tyrone.
“Yeah… aright, ah fuck you both.” said Tyrone as he accepted the biff.
I took a seat next to Pinks on the couch. When I caught Tyrones eye I leaned forward and swung my hand towards him to shake hands, we slapped a momentary handshake, then both clenched our fists and punched our knuckles together, “Bones,” we both chimed, with a mutual nod of the head. With this, the tension in the room subsided.
Milly offered Tyrone a line, Pinks’ face turned inside out, I could see the house breathing as the curtains blew against the wind, clouds drifted in and dashed around the fire place that dripped ash from the ceiling.
To be continued….
