Chapter 5: One more thing

Pulling into the Bar building’s park, Stone unfastened his seat belt and climbed out of the car.

He turned his head sideways, ensuring no one was watching. He needed to deliver a parcel for his boss, Skull.

Stone walked across the street. He did it so leisurely no one would suspect he had motives.

His black hoodie was worn over his cargo shorts. He turned left and waited for a minute before a car alighted and parked at the other side of the street.

The man waved his hands signaling him to get in the car. He shoved the door open and climbed inside.

“Good to see you man,” Druks whispered giving a short caustic laugh. Stone stared at him, debuted and unperturbed. He didn’t have time for chit chats.

He cleared his throat and turned to get a glance at Druk's face.

“I don’t have time,” Stone firmly reminded looking at his face. His deep scars laced his face with intricate tattoos, leaving little room for air. He looked dangerous, Druks was a crack addict.

He was one of Carter's men. He had been a spy for Skull for some time and brought information every here and there.

“Let me have it.”

“Fucking hell. There,” Druks pointed and Stone followed his line of vision collecting the envelope.

“Play smart and we’ll do our part,” Stone grimaced handing him a bag filled with Ecstasy and cocaine.

“What happens if I don’t?” Druks added.

“Don’t try any damn funny thing,” Stone instructed carefully dragging the blade along his enticing jawline.

“Get the blade off me man.”

“I’ll call you if there’s any more information I need,” He finally said and flung open the passenger seat. He carefully hid the envelope in his hoodie and crossed back to get to his car.

He fell behind the steering and fired the engine. His foot slammed on the accelerator and the car raced down the street.

When he got to the Bar, he first met Core, an associate. He was wearing a balaclava with his arm tightly wrapped.

Eye contact was all it took for Core to communicate the Boss' location. Stone nodded in understanding and sprawled upstairs to the first floor.

As he walked in, he was greeted by the cooing of semi naked girls draped over Skull.

A brunette in red Basque and stockings was on her knees with her hooker heels.

For a minute Stone stood contemplating whether to give them a few more minutes for the Boss to cum or inform him of the problem on ground.

After a few seconds, he cleared his throat. “Boss, there’s an update.”

He waited for Skull's response but all that came was the gulping sound the lady sucking Skull's cock was making.

A few grunts escaped Skull's lip as the brunette kept using her tongues to stylishly tickle him.

“Alright ladies, fun time is enough,” he announced tucking his flaccid cock away. He zipped his trousers and relaxed in the leather wing chair.

“but—”

“No buts. Business first, now get out and I’ll call you when I need you.”

They nodded in understanding and the other blonde got her clothes from the couch and dressed up.

"We'll be right back," she teased but Skull was no longer interested in having his cock sucked.

“What did he get us?” Skull asked popping a cigarette between his lips.

“Photos to prove Carter has Scrow. He’s been keeping him in one of his warehouses.”

Skull stretched to an empty glass of whiskey on the table and filled it. He downed it and mumbled. “Son of a bitch.”

“Did he say which of the warehouses?”

“He didn’t,” Stone replied.

Scrow was a member of the syndicate. He went missing a week ago and no word about him had been heard.

Skull suspected it was Carter Massimo, a rival crime lord who was responsible for Scrow's disappearance and to confirm it, Druks snitched and gave them a confirmation.

Now Skull was not only going to get Scrow back, but hit Carter where it would hurt.

That was Skull's life, centered on revenge. He barely cared how many went down for his revenge games all he knew was that he loved being even. Stone's father was an associate in the syndicate.

He was one of Skull's best trained men. He murdered, killed and fought at his orders. After the Massimo's killed Skull’s Mother, Skull swore to revenge his mother’s death on their generations.

He in turn sent Brajavor, Stone's father to kill Don Massimo. Brajavor successfully killed Don Massimo but he was shot right in front of his sixteen year old son, Liam called Stone.

It was a family thing, a repetitive emotion, revenge. Having the first generation out, it was now Skull against Carter Massimo and Stone against Mason.

Due to Brajavor's loyalty up until death, Skull decided to take care of his son and train him. Stone has since then become his best trained associate and the one who may succeed the business being that Skull had no heir.

“Get a plan Stone. Get a fucking plan.”

“Yes boss,” Stone replied and turned to take his leave. Latching to the exit door, Skull called.

“Stone.”

He stopped. “Boss.”

“Don’t get carried away, always be on guard.”

Stone nodded and left without any more response.

Although he was closer to the Boss than any other of the men, he still felt it wise to operate from a distance.

He never asked more than he was told, never requested and never asked about Skull's family.

He didn't have much left to do. The only thing he randomly thought of was the rude Barista.

He didn't get her name, didn't fucking care but he'd always be able to recognise her if he saw her.

She looked like every other regular barista just that she was sassy and a bit too confident.

Stone sighed as he got into his car. Stone had just one more thing to do; to grab a coffee.