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Chapter 8

this weeks chapters might come out slower because were in class but hold tight because it only gets better

LUCA’S POV 

I woke up that next morning with a raging headache due to being hungover. I made myself a cup of coffee. I sipped slowly avoiding being burned from the hot liquid but I really needed to wake up, I had a big day ahead of me. 

I decided to go to one of my favorite bakeries that was only a short walk away from my apartment. It was rarely ever busy and they had the best bagels. I had been going there for the past five years and we basically knew each other pretty well. 

“Hey Louis.” I stated to the man behind the counter.  

“Hey Luca, plain bagel?” He asked, stating my regular order. 

“You know it.” I responded as I pulled out my money to pay. 

“Great, that’ll be $1.50.” Louis began as he placed the bagel into the toaster. 

“Here you are.” I said as I handed him the crumpled one dollar and change. 

I soon got my bagel which tasted amazing and I walked around the city as I ate my hangover cure.  

I only had a little bit of time before I had to meet up with some people. I decided to head back over to my apartment and get everything ready that I would need to bring. 

I packed my black backpack with combat boots and workout clothes, as well as my burner phone and some extra money just in case.  

My apartment was trashed after I packed because I had to tear it up just to find my other phone. I always keep it hidden just for protection reasons and because I am supposed to do that. 

I really didn’t want to meet today but it wasn’t my choice, if I could I would just sleep all day. My head really hurt from last night, but I regret nothing.  

Once it was 10 mins to 12 p.m. I left my apartment and took a taxi to another part of town. This part was filled with dark hues and hidden alleys and abandoned buildings. It was the perfect place to meet with people you shouldn’t be meeting up with. 

I hoped out of the taxi about a block away and walked the rest. I approached one of the several buildings. I walked up to one specifically labeled, the Malibu Automobile Repair Shop. It used to be run by my great grandfather and it used to receive great attention. After a while the city forgot about the area and everything in the vicinity died. My grandfather had put everything from the majority of his money and his great into the shop. 

The shop was completely gutted and destroyed over time and mainly for parts and other gears that people stole. I decided to no longer let that happen and the group that I was affiliated with needed a new place to have our meetings in a place that was private and secluded.  

I had spent a lot of time in here the past couple of months trying to revamp it and fix it up. I had always loved seeing the old pictures of all the cars that my old grandpa had to fix and the occasional famous people that came in to get their nice cars checked out.  

It was truly my dream job but I realized that my path would now never reach that point. It was a sad reality that I had to find out quickly.  

The building looked the same and a couple of tables with chairs littered around them. There were still some remaining pictures that were taped to the brick walls of either my family or old cars.  

A man was sitting down on one of the chairs and I went up to him. He was wearing a similar ring that I had on paired with a black leather jacket and dense pants. He would look intimidating to anyone else except me. I grew up around this so I rarely would have been scared of him.