Brothers

By Rafferty Malone

From Maroubra Beach to the strip clubs of Kings Cross, Brothers is the story of life on the streets of inner-city Sydney and having the back of the people that matter most, your Brothers.

Stealing cars to get to the best surf breaks, graffiti, drug abuse and prostitution, Brothers is a highly original and confronting crime thriller that will simultaneously kick you in the back of your head and put a smile on your face.

Whose got your back?

Brothers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rafferty Malone
• Release date: Jun 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476446790

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BROTHERS

BY RAFFERTY MALONE

Brothers

By Rafferty Malone

Published by Rafferty Malone at Smashwords

Copyright Rafferty Malone 2015

Chapter 1

I am normal,

I am normal,

I know God loves me, I am doing his divine work,

Andy whispered to himself as he placed the large rock he used to bludgeon the young male prostitute into a sealable zip-lock plastic bag, which he then placed into his backpack next to the flyers he needed to place in letter boxes on his way home requesting for donations to fund the reconstruction of his church. Andy knelt next to the young prostitute, whose once fine pale features had earned him top dollar in the back laneways of Darlinghurst servicing the carnal desires of closeted and at times cloistered men, and whispered a prayer to him as he breathed his last laboured breath.

Amen.

Ollie luvie, it’s time to get up, its 9.30am and Jesse is here, Ollie’s mother Shelley shouted through Ollie’s closed bedroom door. Ollie groaned, opened the blinds to his grime covered window which overlooked the adjacent public housing tower in inner city Waterloo, and lit a Marlboro Red to try and take the edge off his goon fuelled hangover. Ollie rolled out of bed and walked the small distance over his clothes covered floor to look at himself naked in the mirror, his 16yr old body already covered in a multiple of boys home amateur tattoos and Maori inspired tribal tattoos, a tribute to his absent father who was incarcerated in an Auckland prison. Ollie smiled as he saw the hickeys on his neck and felt his cock stir as he remembered the chick he shagged the night before at Jesse’s flat, but had no recollection as to how the knuckles on both his hands were cut, bloodied and swollen. Ollie pulled on a pair of cut-off, knee length cargo pants and a sleeve-less red Nike t-shirt, kissed his fingers and touched a poster of Jenna Jameson’s pussy on his bedroom door, and walked out of his bedroom into the adjacent concrete floored combined kitchen and lounge room, where his mum and Jesse were listening to the rapper Common and cutting up weed and tobacco for the morning’s mix.

Morning luvie, Shelley said to Ollie as she packed the cone and placed it in the down pipe. Would you like a breakie cone luv?

Mum, I’m fucking gagging for one, thanks! Ollie said as he picked up the bong and sat down on a bean bag in the corner of the room.

What’s with all the hickeys love? Did you and Jesse finally consummate your bro-mance last night? Shelley laughed.

Ollie coughed mid pull of the cone and started to laugh also, then reached over to the coffee table to grab his mum’s glass of Coke.

"Nah Ollie had a fucking Blindr on Grindr last night" Jesse said and burst into hysterics.

What’s Grindr? Could I find myself a man on Grindr? Shelley asked then turned and winked at Jesse.

Mum!

Nah Shelley, Ollie went down on some glamour from Moree who is staying with her relatives in Redfern, Jesse said as he reached for the bong. Think her name was Carlee or something.

You be careful with the young ladies Ollie, Shelley said with genuine concern.

Mum, relax, it’s all good, she is my mate Timmy’s cousin, he’s good with it and she is a cool chick. She is heading back to Moree next week.

OK, just be careful. And Ollie, were you in a fight last night? I just noticed all the cuts on your knuckles. You know I don’t like you fighting.

Ollie looked down at his hands and grimaced. Mum, I have no idea what happened – Jesse do you know what happened bro?

No idea mate, I didn’t see a thing, Jesse said as he packed the cone and passed the bong to Shelley.

Shelley pulled the cone with one long punch then leaned back in the sofa and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm rush that surged through her. While Shelley lay comatose on the sofa, Ollie got up from the bean bag unsteadily and walked over to the fridge. Ollie opened the door, and on the top shelf of the fridge was a cardboard sheet, divided into 50 5mm X 5mm squares, dipped in LSD and stencilled with a lunar landscape. Ollie carefully picked up the cardboard sheet by the edges and placed it on a clean tea-towel on the kitchen bench top. Ollie pulled out his trusty flick knife from his cargo pants and cut off 20 squares, or tabs, from the sheet, placed them in a re-sealable plastic bag, and then placed them in his mum’s un-used hardcopy of a Gordon Ramsay cookbook in his lime green vinyl Puma gym bag.

Jesse, have one more sneaky cone for the road then we’ll head down the beach to check out the surf and off-load these trips to Dammo.

While Jesse was punching his final cone for the morning, Ollie went into his bedroom and put on his new Nike Air Max. When he returned to the lounge room Shelley had pulled herself up on the sofa to a seating position and was having a sip of her Coke.

Ollie luvie, are those trainers new? I haven’t seen those before.

Ollie looked at Jesse and they both smiled. Yeh they are new mum, Jesse rolled some private school faggot on the train between Edgecliff and Kings Cross last week. Jesse gave them to me because they are my size plus he owned me for 10 trips I gave him to sell.

Ollie they are very nice. Be on the look-out for a pair of trainers for me Jesse will you luv?

Sure Shelley, not a problem.

Ollie and Jesse rode the elevator down the 20 floors to the ground floor. The floor of the elevator was covered in piss and discarded rubbish bags, while the walls were covered in graffiti and obscenities. Before entering the elevator, Ollie and Jesse took a deep breath, covered their nose and mouth with their hands, and only exhaled on exiting the elevator on the ground floor.

Fuck you live with a bunch of dumb filthy animals Ollie, Jesse said as they exited the elevator. They fucking piss and throw their garbage bags into the elevators they then have to use – it just doesn’t make sense!

Mate, you don’t have to tell me. Everyone in this fucking reeking joint is either a crim, a smackie, fucking retarded (or a combination of all of the above), or straight off the refo boat – they don’t know any better. Me and mum will get out of here one day, I can promise you that", Ollie said as they walked out of the building into the brilliant morning sunshine.

Chapter 2

Andy luvie, could you get Amelia out of the bath, dry her off this time silly, and put her in the lemon sun dress that is laid out on her bed – her favourite red croc sandals are next to her gnome night light?

Will do babe, just as soon as I finish packing Ainsley’s lunch box – raisins or a muesli bar for a recess snack?

Given it’s our little man’s first day at big school, how about a banana and a caramelo koala – packing chocolate may give him some street cred! Sally yelled from their bedroom as she dressed in her regular Monday uniform of navy blue pants suit, cream long sleeve blouse and black closed toed high heels.

After packing Ainsley’s lunch box, dressing Amelia, and setting the table for breakfast, Andy put Amelia in her high chair, tied a tea-towel around Ainsley’s neck to ensure his Coco-Pops didn’t end up staining his new school shirt, and for the third time called Sal to join them for breakfast. Once they were all seated, as was the ritual at every meal, they all joined hands around the small circular marked wooden table and bowed their heads in preparation for Andy to say grace.

Dear Lord, we give thanks for the food that is gratefully presented before us. And dear Lord, today is a momentous one for our family because our little man Ainsley is starting big school – so we pray that he meets lots of new friends and enjoys the blessed journey of education that lies before him. Amen.

Amen.

Dad, considering I already know the alphabet, do I really need to go today?

Ainsley Spencer, don’t be a boofhead, you are absolutely going to love school, and you are going to make so many friends – your school days will be the best years of your life. Andy then leaned over and scruffed Ainsley’s hair and gave him a kiss on the check. You’ll be right mate.

So Andy, what have you got on today after we drop Ainsley at school and Amelia at day-care? Sal asked as she sipped on her espresso and cut into a kiwi fruit.

It’s a kind of busy one actually. I have a 9.45am inter-denominational religious leaders meeting with the University’s Vice Chancellor in preparation for the upcoming academic year, then I have a meeting at 11.30am with my staff planning for Orientation Week, then I am running a prayer meeting between 1.30pm to 2.30pm.

Sal smiled and jokingly brushed her brow. Phew, that must be exhausting – the crazy zany world of the University of Technology Evangelical Christian Student Deacon - just don’t forget to pick Ainsley up at 3.00pm. Oh, and it’s my dad’s 65th birthday tonight, so dinner at their place at 6.30pm. I will drive home to pick you and Ainsley up after work, mum is picking Amelia up directly from day-care.

While Sal finished her breakfast and watched the morning news bulletin on TV, Andy brushed Ainsley and Amelia’s teeth, quickly packed their bags, put their hats on their head, and ushered them to the front door.

Come on Sal, it’s time to go – Ainsley cannot be late on his first day Andy yelled from the front door. Andy then put on his backpack that was waiting at the front door from the previous night.

Sorry luvie, just give me one minute. The police have just discovered a person bludgeoned to death, a young white male in Darlinghurst. I bet you I will be at the scene covering the story all day for the midday and afternoon news bulletins. Let me grab a pair of trainers OK and I will be right with you.

Ollie, I was just thinking about you mate, Dammo said as he let Ollie and Jesse into his dark, cramped housing commission flat in Lexington Place, Maroubra.

Fuck mate, this place reeks, I have to open some windows Jesse said as he walked across the lounge room floor with his hand covering his nose and mouth to open a window.

Really? Really Dammo? You’re fucking putrid Jesse said in disgust as he crashed down on the clothes strewn and torn 2 seater sofa.

What-ev-er you fucking princess Dammo said as he crashed down beside Jesse on the sofa. You’re acting like a fat arsed hoochie bro.

Jesse leant towards Dammo and started wagging his finger ghetto bitch style and screamed Oh no you did’ent, No you did’ent then launched at Dammo and rolled onto the floor, mock wrestling.

Play nice boys Ollie said as he sat in Jesse’s spot on the sofa and started to unpack the contents of his gym bag onto the coffee table. Dammo untangled himself from Jesse’s wrestling hold and sat next to Ollie on the sofa, while Jesse was relegated to sitting on the floor across the coffee table from Ollie and Dammo.

So why were you thinking about me Dammo Ollie said as he took off his New York Yankees cap and kicked off his Nike trainers.

Oh man, I have come up with some cool additions for our adult Monopoly board game.

You and Ollie are developing a board game? Jesse said and started to laugh to himself.

"Sure