Dance For Me

Yes Boss

*Zach POV*

"Just act like you're gonna shoot your enemy!" I yell at Jack who's been standing in front of a few empty beer cans with a loaded pistol for about twenty minutes.

I was sent by Corbyn to get Jack trained on shooting after he's refused twelve times. I forced him to come. Like, kidnapped him from his house and shoved him in the trunk of my car, kind of kidnapped.

It was hilarious.

"I don't have any enemies" Jack quivers

"Come on, there's gotta be someone you hate" I smack the back of Jack's head with my hand full of rings, making a satisfying clunk sound

"You" He mumbles under his breath

"Alright, pretend that beer can is me. Kill me"

Jack slumps his shoulders, keeping himself in the stance I showed him, many, many times. He closes one eye, aiming perfectly towards the cans.

"I don't hate you enough to kill you-"

"Oh for fuck sakes" Pulling out my own gun, I stand a foot behind Jack, shooting down the two cans with two bullets right after each other.

Jack drops to his knees in fear that I'll shoot him, and oh how I wish I could but Corbyn told me that no one is allowed to get hurt. When he said that, I know he was only saying it so I didn't hurt Jack.

He sees potential in the guy, I don't see it.

My phone in my black skinny jeans pocket rings with the select ringtone I gave Corbyn.

"Sup boss?" I answer the call with an overly enthusiastic tone.

"I told you, you can just call me Corbyn" He sighs as I laugh

"Yes boss"

"Anyways... I need you to do a little job for me" Corbyn sighs again, no doubt regretting calling me

"I need you to follow a new dancer Daniel hired. She goes by Dove, find out anything you can and report back to me"

"We're about two minutes away from the club, we'll be there" Jack races to clean up the guns and shells even though this is our ground to practice, but I let him. He seems to do his own thing anyway.

"We?"

"I'm still with Jack-"

"Did he shoot?"

"No, the bastard won't even shoot me!"

Jack and I race back to my car, I don't even wait for Jack to get on his seatbelt before I floor it in reverse, headed back to the club to catch "Dove" before she leaves.

"What does she look like?" I speed down the streets, passing through stop signs and red lights, just so I don't miss this girl.

"Short black hair, fat ass, nice tits-" I can't help but laugh. "She's in grey sweats and a grey sweatshirt. She just got in a cab out back"

As we pull up onto the street of the club, I see a cab leaving out the parking lot.

"Got her, I'll call you when we find something out"

I hang up my phone, throwing it into the passenger seat, while hearing a quiet ouch. I forgot, I got this dweeb.

"Looks like you're stuck with me all night until I find what the boss wants" I glance at Jack, he always seems so damn nervous but everyone lives on edge when you try to steal from the boss.

Earlier this year, Jack was caught hacking into our computer system, trying to steal a few thousand dollars to help out his family.
In order for Corbyn to spare his life, he had to join us, help us whenever and wherever we needed. He only agreed when Corbyn started threatening his sisters.

"Pull over, she's getting out" Jack points to the cab pulling over in front of... an old folks home?

"Maybe it's her second job" I shrug

We watch Dove talk to the chick at the front desk before pulling out a wad of singles she got from the club. Not long after, she disappears.

Jack and I sit in silence, I don't necessarily want to talk to him, because I don't have anything to say to him. We got nothing in common, we come from two different backgrounds.

Jack, loving, huge family. I have a disconnected family, yeah I have younger siblings too, but I rarely see them, Jack gets to go home to his family, pretending he's got some fancy job working at Jonah's bank firm.

Maybe, half an hour later, Dove comes back out of the building but she's not alone. A tall guy, about 6'3, black hair. Has to be a sibling, they look identical.

"Corbyn is calling you" Jack whispers, handing me my phone

"What's up, boss?" I quickly press the phone to my ear as I slowly follow behind Dove and dude Dove.

"What do you have so far?" I can hear Corbyn tapping his finger nails against a glass.

"She gave a bunch of money to a front desk lady at a old folks home, and she left with a guy version of her. They're walking down the sidewalk right now" I know he's going to be pissed with the little information I have

"What's the retirement home called?"

"Chesterwood Care Home-"

"Okay, I know the place. What about the guy?" Corbyn interrupts, clearly caring way too much about this girl.

"He's tall, black hair-"

"Anything worth hearing about? Did you get his name? Age?" As much as I want to blow up on Corbyn for interrupting me, I can't without getting my head busted in.

A hard tap comes from my drivers side window. I look up seeing the guy Dove is with, scowling past me as he can't see directly into my car.

I slowly roll down my window, coming face to face with someone trying to be tough, but really isn't.

"Why the fuck are you following us!?" The guy shouts and a chuckle escapes my lips

"Boss, I gotta go, I've been compromised" I hang up the phone, throwing it to Jack before reaching under my seat and pulling out my favourite pistol.

The guy looks from my eyes, to the gun then over to Dove.

"Run!" He shouts before I watch Dove take off running between two apartment buildings.

I step out of my car, hitting the guy on my way out. I don't move the gun away from pointing at his chest, so he doesn't run.

"Let's go" I push the guy's back, pushing him to the back of my car.

I hit my fist on the trunk and Jack pops it open. Dove 2.0 laughs before looking back at me.

"You expect me to get in the trunk of your fucking car?" He scoffs, like he's got something to prove

"You either get in the trunk, or I shoot you here and then go find your... sister, and shoot her too. Your choice" The smile on my face grows wide as I watch the fear cover his face

"You wouldn't..." He confirms that she is in fact his sister

"Try me"

The guy slowly starts climbing into the trunk of my car, when he gets most of his body in, I smack the back of his head with my pistol, knocking him out cold.

I throw the rest of his body into my car and slam the trunk closed.

I race around my car with a little hop in my step.

Corbyn is going to be so happy with me, he can get all the information on Dove, from this guy.