People of power were rarely to be trusted. This Tavin had learned long ago and held to this day. But in life sometimes you had to test limits and work with those you rather not in order to get somewhere. Tavin managed to work out a decent deal for himself here in Seattle and though the city was getting a bit too hot for his liking, he wasn’t in the biggest hurry to leave it. The supplier knew Tavin did the best work, he knew to keep things amicable between them. So far things had run smoothly. Or smooth enough. That was all Tavin really could ask for in a job like his.
There were risks in a job like his but the people Tavin had to deal with were generally easy to handle should a problem arise. Druggies. Dealers. He could take care of them. The people she was working with…not quiet the same story. Of course he had enough ties to the darker side of life to get problems like those taken care of. Trouble was that you owed someone then. And Tavin never let himself get into that position. He knew better. Was a good way to end up where he’d been years ago. Nothing but a fucking slave.
Tavin had his guess she’d go for the cigarette. By the topic on hand it seemed like she certainly needed it. Not that he could blame her for the anger, she had rights to it. He knew the words were harsh and hell he wouldn’t even blame her if she called him an asshole for it. By a dick move or not, he was doing it. Like hell he was going to let some prick vampire decide to fuck with his brother to get to her. Oh hell no. She could keep that problem all to herself. Harsh but true. That was fucking life for you.
“Funny, don’t recall saying you wanted a damned bit of it. I’m positive you don’t.” he shrugged his shoulders a bit, not indifferent to the struggle but more indifferent to her want to argue it for that second. If Jerzy knew he’d want to see her. If he was given choice he’d choose to take the risk. Tavin knew this. But that was why he had to make the choices for him sometimes. “Shitty deal in all this I know, but kid doesn’t need more crap brought down on him because of the people around him.” Tavin’s life was fucking hard enough for him. Someone else with trouble following them…they wouldn’t be “keeping off the radar” then.
A brow arched when she started moving. He knew the gesture. The hand out. He had to roll his eyes. Money, if that was the solution to everything then Jerzy and him would be living the good life. Fucking peachy keen with no damned worries hanging over their head. But her life alone was proof that money really didn’t mean shit in the end. “Has nothing to do with being a man.” Tavin retorted, eyeing the cash. It was what he could make in a few hours if he tried. “Cash isn’t a worry for us. I do just fine.” Jerzy had funds to blow on whatever the fuck it was he wanted. A good dealer made bank if they knew what they were doing. Tavin did. He’d been at it for a long time now.
“What you can do is take that cash it put it towards taking care of your own ass. Picture perfect rooms and pretty dresses don’t mean anything. We don’t need the shell of our sister when all this crap is done. We need the real deal.” And it looked like she needed the same damned thing. Even if truly, none of them had any real idea who the hell they were when it came down to it.
Tavin shook his head, leaning his body forward to rest elbows to the knees and the cig trapped between his lips even as he spoke. “That’s no solution. We both know that. I’ll see what I can do.” What he could without putting his own ass and his brothers on the line.