Blood In The Water

14

The two men strolled down the bustling sidewalk, still laughing together over the movie they'd seen as they approached Connor's car.

"How are you so good at that?" Connor giggled, out of breath from laughing at Kevin's impressions all evening. For a murderer, he was one hell of an impressionist.

"Gee, do I hav'ta, Sarge? Look at that puss, he looks like Boris Karloff!"

Connor was doubled over in laughter, gripping the forearm of his date

"How do you do that..!?" He puffed out between fits of giggles

"I dunno, it's just in my blood" Kevin smirked, taking great pleasure in watching him laugh so hard at his impressions.

He's never made somebody laugh like that before.
His smirk grew into a wide smile, contorting his scars, which arguably made him look more like Karloff than anyone else. His heart had no choice but to grow soft in the presence of Connor's laughter.

Cormac had stayed parked across the street, the entire night. In one night, he collected first-hand evidence of where Connor lived, where he worked, the car he drove, and that he and Kevin Price were undeniably involved.

Typically, Kevin is much more cautious about being followed. But he'd kept such a distance all evening, he was at Connor's house before Kevin was. You can't spot somebody who didn't even follow you.

James had thoroughly discouraged Kevin from going out tonight, particularly without the protection of his men. Arnold's been on top of him for weeks. But Kevin's just so damn stubborn. He wanted to make Connor happy, and he assumed his advisor was being paranoid as usual.

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"That boy's been infringing on your turf for two years, now, and he ain't the only one! This'll send a message to him, and the rest of em.. knock off that little Prettyboy he's been entertainin' himself with, he'll get the picture. Teach everybody a little lesson about what happens when ya mess with our territory."

"He already killed Callahan, he knows I tried to have him clipped, he's gonna be on high alert."

"So we can wait a while! But clippin' Callahan is all the more reason! We may have tried to get him, first, but he's still the one that killed our made man... Price may be able to fight, but you know Red over there, can't. It'll be easy. Tail him, wait till he's alone. Cut Prettyboy's throat and send a message to Kevin and the rest of em.. son of a bitch already stole the name from us, why let him steal our turf, too?" Arnold's right hand man joked with a smirk as he lit up his cigar and leaned back in his lavish leather chair

Though, look who's talking. Arnold isn't exactly an Irish name, either.

"...I want you to wait. If we move now, he'll see it coming. Give it a few months, lay low.. let him think he's won.."

"Easy."

"Who do we put on the job?"

"Me."

"You? You wanna get your hands dirty?" He raised an eyebrow

"Boss, I ain't hadda hit in months, I'm itchin' for it.. and you know I ain't gonna half ass it, neither."

Neeley's hatred for Kevin Price goes far back. One of Kevin's first hits was an associate of Arnold's that he had been sponsoring. Known him all his life, Would've been made in weeks. Neeley's nephew, actually. The idea of getting to Kevin through his little plaything was incredibly pleasing to him. This wasn't just about a message, for him. It was about vengeance. And vengeance, to Neeley, is messy. It wasn't going to be a quick hit, it wasn't going to be nice or clean. He was going to make sure that scene was what Kevin sees every time his eyes close. He didn't want to send a message to Kevin, he wanted to destroy him. And through that stupid kid's heart is the best way.