4×05 “Crashing Out” released!
4×05 “Crashing Out”
Written by: Chris Coleman, Kristi Clark. and Kelly Zollo
Warning: Episode may contain graphic violence, language and sexual content
Theme Song: Sailor- Cut Up
Ronan had left his mansion early that morning. He had a few things for the business he needed to take care of at the club and honestly he was going to try and track down the elusive red head that was Dru Price. He would be discrete of course but he had needs and it wasn’t like he was going to get into a bed with Gia so soon after having his son. He spent most of his mornings at the house helping her and taking on most of the duties he wanted to be an active father to their son. They were bonded together for that reason alone but there was no love between them he knew that now. Gia was at home with Michael where she belonged but one of his lieutenants had called him to the house. Someone was making a move onto his territory and that wasn’t going to happen on his watch. He’d worked too hard and too long expanding his fathers empire for someone to move in on what was his. With a newborn son at home and watching his back since the explosion he’d gotten too lax with those around him clearly, he poured himself a bourbon in the back of his car as his driver made their way to the traphouse.
Weaving their way through traffic to Scottswood where the wealthy dared not go unless they were scoring of course it hadn’t changed. Run down houses, boards on windows and doors, trash littered the lawns as they drove. Of course the corners of the streets had their fair share of things to turn the eyes, women who worked the streets like Trisha Kohl had pimps at the ready if someone stepped out of line. Various gangs whose leaders simply stared at his car mutual agreements of course he’d keep their supply and war going if they let him and his organization run free. The house itself was run down and he got out of the car nodding to his guards and driver. He spotted the man who went by Killa in front of him, he certainly looked the part. “So what has become so urgent that you needed to see me? Isn’t it something that you or your crew could handle?” Ronan asked
Killa was standing in the Martin Luthor King projects. An expansive set of rowhomes that had two apartments in each building. It had dirty debris everywhere. Looking down he saw needles on the ground but it wasn’t from crack, it was from that new drug. LVLZ was all the rage in every college party. Now it was hitting the streets and the crackheads were asking him where to find it. They honestly had no idea but LVLZ was becoming a major problem. They had almost all of their supply of coke, heroine, and meth. People were still buying but it was slowing down and Ronan wasn’t going to blame him or anyone in his crew. His skin was smooth like a Hershey bar, he had perfectly straight white teeth, he was physically in the best shape he’d ever been in due to prison. Getting out and finding out his best friend Kendrick had snapped. He heard about it but hearing it in the street was an entirely different vibe. He wore a perfectly white wifebeater tanktop, a pair of Amiri jeans, Ethica boxers that had colorful designs on them, and a pair of retro Jordan’s. Walking up he immediately dapped Ronan. He still had a baby face but his scar that ran down his face made him look menacing. Years ago Mr. Madden had basically paid for a lawyer for him and he’d always ride with the Madden family. Kendrick was power tripping but he liked not being the face of anything. He liked the shadows.
“Man, don’t get all uppity on me Ronan you act like your dad didn’t help turn Scottswood into the drug riddled paradise. Too good to see what’s going on in your territory? I thought not.” Killa said calmly, smoothly walking over to him and dapping him up. “So king lemme give it to you straight cuz I know you got a new baby. But we facing something new, something that’s got everyone talking.” Pulling out a baggie of LVLZ which was ice blue. “You know what this is? It’s called LVLZ and all the college kids are using it, the clubbers, and the crackheads saying it gets them higher longer. So I tested it and let’s just say we ain’t moving much merchandise because of this.” Killa handed him the bag of drugs. “Now my question is simple and it’s what all my boys are asking? When are we going to get our hands on what everyone wants? When are we going to get some LVLZ?” He sucked his teeth as he flicked the toothpick in his mouth to the other side showing his golden teeth on the bottom row.
Ronan didn’t think uppity was the right word he’d use more annoyed if anything that he had to come down here. Looking at Killa and then the bag in front of him everyone knew that this was his area, his territory even Gia herself knew that and she wasn’t going to make a play. He inspected the bag looking at its contents and he’d heard rumors there was something coming making its way out of New York. Something that could send its own flow of assets and supply into his business, it was bad for business, specifically his business. He appreciated that Killa came to him with the issue instead of taking matters into his own hands unlike his predecessor, that was still a hard pill for him to swallow how everything with Kendrick had gone down. Killa had a reputation around him, and Kendrick had always spoken highly of him, he also remembered before his father died that he had helped him with legal issues meaning he was loyal. He motioned for Killa to follow him off the street and into the building, just in case there were still eyes on him. Things had been too heated after the casino, between the FBI and the local police he didn’t know who was or wasn’t watching.
“Tell me exactly where you found it and who pushed it to your people. This affects the business, our business I need my supply moved you need the cash. Rich people like to try and push new things to encroach on our business. We need to make sure they don’t. Are they bringing it into the club or is this something that is only on the campus?” Ronan said a few years ago someone out of Jersey had tried it, but it didn’t end well. There was also the unfortunate incident with a socialite from Delaware that tried his father had handled that one. Most in the business weren’t that dumb to try and push something on their end; he knew it wasn’t Killa or his crew’s fault. “I used to have an in at the campuses as I am sure you know that came to an unfortunate end. I have security at the club too. Things have been tense since the casino we’re being watched so my movements have to be carefully planned until it blows over. People talk in the streets so tell me what you know.” He finished looking at the crew members eyeing him almost like they were on edge.

