Gangs , Love , Family

Chapter 2

2 weeks later

" Oh for fuck sakes " I groan at my body guard

" Could you perhaps leave me alone with this scum bag just for five minutes '' . I say as I begin to make my way towards the guy .

His tied up to a chair with some cable ties and duck tape around his mouth . Jacob has knocked him out an hour ago , so he should wake up any moment now .

It's been two weeks since the funeral and I haven't gotten rest trying to find my dad's killer .

Bodies have been pilling up , one after the other . I've been to night clubs , opium dens and some of our most powerful clients offices .

In and out of board meetings but still not one clue of who my father's killer is .

For some reason his killer feel's so far yet so close , as if his killer is right under our noses .

I reach in my pocket for my fag when suddenly I hear a moaning sound as if someone is screaming for help yet suffocating . Finally this motherfucker is awake.

I make my way to him and I quickly pull the duck tape off his mouth , knowing it'll be painful .

"You motherfucker , let me go " he screams biting on his teeth , blood scorching from his forehead.

"Well hello to you too " I say as I blow the smoke into his face .
"You're going to tell me right here right now what you know about my father's killer "

"I'm not telling you shit "

This bastard has the audacity to have an attitude .

"Well then , have it your way " I say as I grab my gun from the back of my trousers and immediately aim it at his forehead .
"I'm going to ask you one more time what do you know about my father's killer " I say impatiently .

" I - I said I'm not telling you shit " he says yet again as he puts his head down .
"Shoot me , shoot me if you must but I ain't telling you shit "

I immediately shoot him without a second thought .

Dead. Body number 45.

He had a choice , he chose wrong. Some may say I'm a monster some may say I'm a wreck but atleast I gave the man a choice , the rest was faith.

"Jacob " I scream " bring the body bag" .

"As you wish, Sir there's a few of your clients waiting in the board room " he says as he unties the body , struggling to move all that dead weight into the bag .

" Who exactly might that be ?"

"Mr Miller , Mr Deckard & your mother sir " Jacob says as he gives me a look of disapproval.
Almost as if he's disappointed in the fact that I killed this fucking scum bag .

" I'll have Owen come down to help you with that , for now do not utter a word about this to the rest of the staff . And certainly not to my mother Jacob "

I walk out of the basement and make my way to the board room . Since my father has been gone mother has been complaining , apparently I'm gone " too harsh" as she'd stated . I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do ?

I'm in charge of the gang now , If I take things lightly I'll look weak to them .
They need a leader . A strong one too . And I can't let my father's killer just slide like that I need to retaliate .

I'm trying my best to keep the business going , I've been in and out of the office handling calls and taking meetings . That sure seems good enough to me .

I finally reach the board room , there's complete silence . I slowly open the door to see Mr Miller , Mr Deckard and his son sitting around an oval table and mother pouring tea out of her porcelain China set .

"Good day all " I say and they quickly stand up to greet me . " Please do have a seat , mother join us "

"Good day Mr Cody , we have a proposal for you " Deckard says as he slides me a brown envelope titled Cody on it .

I stretch over taking the envelope and opening it up. Scanning through atleast 5 pages back to back I ask "What exactly is this ?"

" I speak on behalf of Deckard & his son , we do not know about the other clients but a few days ago one of your people crossed our territory and a few of our product was stollen " Mr Miller says .

"Stollen ?" I ask in disbelief . "My people ?"

" It is believed that there's a mole , so we've drawn up a contract reinstating what part of land is ours to sell on and what is yours to sell on"

'' There's no need for that , I'll deal with this " I say walking towards the door .
"Anything else ?" I ask sarcastically . They all look at me without uttering one word .

"Good " I say politely
" now please see yourself out "

A few minutes after everyone has left , mother enters my office.

"Perhaps a minute to spare ?" She asks as she pulls out the leather chair and plants herself down on it .

" Two minutes mother , I've got to get back to the office " I say , scanning through the pages Deckard handed me earlier on.

"Callen you need rest " she says as she places her hands on mine . I quickly look up at her concerned face.

"I'm well rested mum , don't worry '' I smile , pulling my hands away to continue to page through the pages .

" Stop this nonsense Callen " she yells as she stands up . " For the past few nights you've gotten no sleep what so ever , you think I haven't heard you in this office day in and day out . You've killed so many people searching for your father's killer , this has to stop before you get hurt Callen . "

" Bloody hell mother what is your agony ?" I can slowly feel my blood beginning to boil , breathe Callen breathe.

"Don't let your emotions cloud your fucking judgement these killings need to stop . Your father is dead and that's it '' she makes her way to the door " You need help '' she says before walking out .

Help ? I need help ? Everything I've been doing is for this family yet I'm the one that needs help . Lately everyone has been giving me looks of disapproval .

I stand up and clench my fist so hard in my hands . Finally letting go only to see that my nails have left a mark in the palm of my hands