All The King's Horses And All The King's Men

fourteen - 'they'll all be dead by sunrise.'

This is a fb chapter, and it's rlly short but I didn't have time to do anything else. :))

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Fifteen year old Luna Rodriguez sat in her office in her dads house, her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched atop her desk, reading a notice from one of her assassins.

'Boss, we just anonymously found out that Kayden Baines has leaked information to the Brazilian. What would you like us to do?'

Her hands were clenched so hard that blood was dripping from her palms onto one of the many sheets of paperwork on her desk, but she payed no mind, her head was racing at a million miles per hour.

How could he?

Letting out a sharp exhale through her nose, she unclenched her fists and forwarded the email to Drake and Theo, presuming they hadn't already got it.

She picked the phone up on her desk and dialled the head assassin - Mckenzie Espinoza.

"Kill them all." Her voice came through wavering with anger.

She slammed the phone down and stood up abruptly, the chair being thrown backwards as she went.

Storming out into the corridor, she headed straight for Jayson's office, kicking the door open as she got there.

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On the other side of the house, Drake leant against the door of Theo's office, his hands in his pockets and his legs crossed at the ankles.

"ce dracu facem?" Theo asked, rubbing his hands on his face and sighing deeply.

(What the fuck do we do?)

"Oh, nu mi-aș face griji pentru asta, T." He said, voice perfectly calm and not a hint of panic. He removed one hand from his pocket and checked the time on his watch, before looking back at his brother.

(Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, T)

"Nu ți-ar face griji pentru asta? Te-ai auzit?" He asked, standing up from his place and staring at Drake, dumbstruck.

(You wouldn't fucking worry about it? Have you heard yourself?)

"No, I wouldn't worry about it." He repeated. "Because in about three minutes he's going to be bleeding out on the floor. If Luna sent you the email, then Luna will take care of it. You know that. You're just too panicked right now to realise."

Theo gave up arguing, sinking back into his chair and looking over the email one more time, as though he was expecting it to have something completely different written on it.

"Should we not atleast take care of the Brazilians?"

"Call Mckenzie. Ask her." Drake instructed, his calmness never ceasing to be there.

Theo picked up his phone and dialled the number, drumming his fingers on the desk infront of him as the ten seconds seemed like hours.

"Mckenzie?"

"Theo." She greeted.

"What's happening with the Brazilians?"

"Luna took care of it, they'll all be dead by sunrise."

Theo took the phone away from his ear and ended the call, looking towards Drake who seemed to already know what was said.

"See?" He said, cocking his head away from the door and towards the stairs, before walking out.