Revenge

Chapter 4

*I didn't edit this yet so pls point out mistakes. Will edit later, and will probably post another chapter either tonight or tomorrow! :]*

On the day that Karl's friends showed up, Sapnap's stomach was a jumbled twist of nerves and anticipation. It felt strange implicitly trusting a group of people he had never met before, especially when his line of work had always taught him to do the complete opposite. But Karl's judgement had always been good, and so Sapnap repeatedly tried to tell himself everything would be just fine.

He was waiting in the lobby of their office building now, craning his neck in search of anyone who would fit the name "Corpse" or the mysterious female leader that he knew absolutely nothing about. He was clutching Karl's hand tightly in his own, and he was only brought back to reality when he heard Karl's voice mutter, "you're crushing my hand, you nimrod."

Snapping back into his own mind, Sapnap breathed out a laugh, loosening his grip on Karl's hand but not releasing it entirely. Karl was looking at him with a face full of pure affection, and he spoke in a gentle voice as he reassured Sapnap, "you don't have anything to worry about, they're not gonna screw us over. They're friends, and we can trust them."

Sapnap nodded, but Karl's attention was pulled away before he could properly respond. Sapnap's eyes followed the path of Karl's gaze, landing on a small group of people as they neared the tall glass doors of the building.

"Is that them?" Sapnap asked without taking his eyes off the group.

Karl hummed in acknowledgement, motioning with a twitch of his chin as he began pointing people out.

"That's Corpse on the left," Karl mumbled, motioning to a man who was tall, thin, and had a mess of dark curls framing his face. He was dressed in all black, with rings adorning his fingers and dark glasses pulled down over his eyes. If you looked close enough, you could just barely see the glint of a knife that was tucked away, a knife that Sapnap was willing to bet Corpse knew how to handle better than most people in the business. It was the calm sense of confidence that he carried himself with that gave it away.

Finally being able to put a face to the name, Sapnap nodded quickly, acknowledging the fact that "Corpse" seemed more than fitting. He made a silent note to try and stay on his good side.

"Tina, their leader, is right next to Corpse," Karl continued. Sapnap's eyes drifted over to the smaller girl walking beside Corpse. She had long dark hair and a friendly looking face, and she was smiling as she looked up at Corpse while they talked. It made Sapnap's face screw up in confusion, because she hardly looked like your typical mafia leader.

"Are you serious?" Sapnap questioned in disbelief, which only earned a quiet chuckle from Karl.

"Yepp," Karl hummed back, "trust me, she looks sweet, but you don't wanna get on her bad side. Looks can be deceiving, it's part of what makes her one of the best."

He still wasn't convinced, but Sapnap nodded despite that.

There was still one more person walking beside Tina, another girl with short hair that was died half blonde and half black. Before Sapnap could question who the last person was, Karl was speaking up again, "that's Emma. Another one who looks sweet but is completely unpredictable. They're the wild card of the team."

As the group pushed through the doors of the building, Sapnap felt his stress levels bubbling up again. The last thing he really needed was to be dealing with a group of strangers who were described as unpredictable and dangerous. He had more than enough of that already, he dealt with that from George on a daily basis.

"Don't worry," Karl reassured him again, "they're good people when it matters most, and only dangerous when they need to be."

Sapnap's eyes flickered over to meet Karl's waiting gaze, and he forced a small smile as he responded, "if you trust them, then so do I."