Snippet #2045974

Tommy Castellano had murder in mind. This guy may not be the root of his problems but he was a part of it. He was the first stone that started the landslide. A final tendril formed behind Tommy and pressed against Crawley's forehead as the junkie cried in agony and terror. Just before the shadow construct peirced his skull David appeared, running down the hall.

"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing? Look at him, you're going to kill him! You need to let go of him, he's had enough and I don't think he is going anywhere."

Tommy's gaze flicked to him for a moment but quickly turning back. Castellano's entire being screamed at him to kill this prick. Anywhere else he would have been in a oil barrel getting filled in with cement or knifed in an old wareshouse by some of Tommy's men. Tommy's sighed and his dark aura retreated, relasing Crawley and letting him drop to the floor.

"Look's like it's your lucky day Crawley... Might wanna thank David for this."

Crawley looked up with a weak, pained expression but muttered out a weary thanky you to David for his intervention. Soon as he was done Tommy rolled him on to his back by casually shoving him with his foot. Tommy loomed over him with a restrained yet still dangerous expression.

"Whose this Jason guy? He the dealer?"

Crawley shook his head weakly.

"N-no... I-I mean I d-don't think so. I t-think he works for him."

"Works for who?"

Crawley head lulled as the blood loss and pain was making it difficult for him to remain concious.

"I don't know man... I've never met him. I usually just buy off Jason or whoever he tells me is selling."

"Like me?"

Tommy growled standing over him.