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I down the rest of my coffee and get up, it’s time to go back to the office.
I have another one of those clients with another deal I have to look over the accounts for. Georgiou and Christian are usually the guys who deal with the clients who come in with millions but lately we’ve had so many that the workload has been split between us.
Christian has been doing a lot of travelling too so we rarely see him. Pa relies on him the most for the new business liaisons. He does a lot of the new contracts with my uncles.
Georgiou, that lucky son of a bitch has been vacationing for the last week with his wife and his best friend.
I still wonder how they explain themselves when people look at them. I get the whole aspect of sharing. I get it, I think it’s just different when it’s outside The Dark Odyssey. The first time it felt weird was when I saw him kissing his wife, Kelly, while his friend was sucking her tits. They were at my house.
I shake my head free of the memory. They’re where they are, safe, and it’s me and my brothers who are involved in the situation.
Like always.
We tend to jump into trouble although we’re supposed to be the guys who do the books. Christian keeps himself to himself but if we need him he’s there. Georgiou does not fight at all.
I walk down the road and I gaze across the docks to what I can see of the other side of town. Raventhorne is there, right across the river. It’s where it all gets more suburban. Where I live is a little like that too but as Raventhorne is all about the wealthy, it’s in the area that’s suited to it. Charlotte is so happy there I can practically see the happiness beaming from her when she talks about it. Every day she comes to me with a smile on her face. I want her to be happy completely.
The screech of tires catches my attention.
In my world when you’re walking on a quiet street and tyres screech like that you know to snap to attention.
Snap right the fuck to attention and definitely when you look to see a car speeding along.
Blacked out windows on a black sedan has trouble written all over it.
It screams death and as the car comes by me and the window rolls down I already know there’s no point reaching for my gun. No point at all. What I need to do is take fucking cover and that’s exactly what I do.
I don’t even need to see the gun.
I feel its presence then I hear the bullets fly and the round scream. The bullets hit the pavement I’m on and I’m just waiting for one to hit me.
They don’t and when I lift my head who I see with his hand out the window looking back at me makes my blood boil.
Fucking Tobias Antonella.
He’s driving by looking at me and waving the gun. That shit wasn’t about killing me, it was to give me the heads-up that the games are about to begin.
And he’s watching me.
Prick…
The car speeds down the road and people come to check on me. A cop who was across the street comes over to me. They’re asking me questions.
Asking if I’m okay.
Asking if I’m hurt.
But what I feel is rage.
Then fear.
Fear. I hate that feeling. It’s a fucked up emotion designed to screw with you.
What I feel is fear for my girl’s safety and I run.
If he just came for me, he’ll come for her next.
