_ChapterO4

`Shane POV_

I parked the car in front of our apartment honked the horn, waiting for Luca to come out. I stared into the rear view mirror to find a dark red mark at the base of my throat and frowned, it was too fucken visible.

Well at least Luca owed me 500 now which could replace quite a few white dress shirts.

The raven haired man jogged out and jumped in, glancing at me and taking in my outfit before groaning,

“I owe you don’t I?” he asked

I smirked,

“Damn right you do”

“Was she at least any good?” Luca raised a brow, slapping the money into my open palm.

“Fucken great, died and went to heaven” I rolled my eyes.

That was the end of our conversation as the rest of the ride was spent in silence, though not uncomfortable.

Another 10 minutes later we stepped out of the car and knocked on the large wooden door when one of our people opened up and let us in.

“McCutcheon, Kaye” he nodded respectfully.

“Loosen up” I said whilst passing him.

`Normal POV_

Shane walked into the large dining room where Leo was sitting at the end of the table, sipping on his morning coffee.

The two joined the man as a maid came out with two more freshly made coffees, extra strong for Shane.

“Thanks”

“I want you two to be in charge tonight with the dealing with Chris. I’ve had someone check him up and I don’t like what I’ve heard. I want the guns and if he won’t give em, you know what to do don’t you?”

“You got it” Luca smirked.

Shane finished the coffee and slid it back onto the table as she pushed herself of the chair, grinning.

“He’s a dead man”

“Thanks you boys” he lifted the newspaper up and began reading as the two left in silence.

He oddly trusted the two, enough to bring Shane up to be the second in command only after 2 years they had met. Shane had limped back to this very house he was sitting in, blood crusted to her face and body after having their enemy carve words of hatred on her, still willing to serve him.

Shane and Luca were fiercely loyal to him, he knew and he rewarded them for it, gave them what they needed.

Money, cars, women.

“Round up 15 by 7” Shane said, slipping into the driver’s seat.

“15? Shane, Chris will have at least 20”

“I know our limits, I don’t doubt your capabilities and I’m sure you don’t doubt mine. So don’t be such a pussy”

Luca scowled,

“Then 15 it is dickhead”

Shane chuckled and shook her head before turning her attention back on the road.

Keilar still hadn’t mentioned anything about Evert yet, or Morales. That was pretty much her main priority at the moment and the sooner she got this done, the better.

“Drop me off at the arcade, most of them will be there” Luca nodded his head at the games arcade just down the street.

Shane complied, almost kicking him out of the car.

“I’m gonna be at home, we’ll meet there at 8 sharp” the girl said.

`Shane POV_
It was 7:56 when Luca pulled up in his car with another 2 vehicles, vans to be exact, behind him and I cocked my head to the side.

“You’re early” I clicked my tongue.

The rest of the men bowed at me and I raised a brow.

“What am I, a fucken king? You guys a funny, now stand up. Just call me Shane” I grinned.

They visibly relaxed and I chuckled,

“I ain’t that bad like everyone says” I explained.

“Well, at least I think I’m not” I smirked.

They laughed and Luca grinned.

“Ok, let me go over this real quick. Tonight will be easy, hopefully no blood got me? But if he won’t hand the weapons over or something goes wrong, you will all burry your bullets in their heads, grab everything and leave. Make sure you have silencers on are we clear? Don’t stall, just shoot, take and go”

I put my hand at my waist, checking for my gun before nodding my head to the warehouse.

“Come on, let’s go”

I eyed the 4 cars already parked to see if anything was out of place and turned back to the last two in tow, pointing at them before I pulled the door open.

“You two keep post, if anything looks bad, give the door a tap”

They nodded and the rest of us headed in, coming face to face with Chris. He was a middle-aged man with graying hair at the sides, stomach falling over his belt with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Glad you’re here on time McCutcheon, Kaye” he acknowledged us.