Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 33

|| Chapter Thirty-Three ||

A finger in my fist extended out to point towards my group, keeping my face in the same expression that showed how I was upset over the fact he was okay with letting one of his own bleed out.

He's not a leader.

"You're being trialed for deception, compromise of my people and fraud. Your counselor pleaded you guilty. How do you plead?"

I plead fuckin' insanity. I bit my lip from saying the actual plea I had conjured up, fixing my composure and face. This man doesn't give a shit about you or your friends, (Y/N).

He'll shoot you dead the moment you mess up his fun. Bullshit your way out, play the game properly.

"Guilty." I cleared my throat when I saw the confused looks, "Because, it's true; we did lie and we did deceive these assholes, easily."

"Hey!" Tyler Burr tried to stand up but once glance from Wavy Hair had him sitting down in obedience.

Good little dog.

"We did steal your truck."

"That's it? You're confessing, hoping for remorse?"

Escorpion seemed confused at my words, and Sketchy was covering his face with his hands.

"But," I made sure to make them wait an extra second for dramatics, "how do think we got the truck?"

My hands stayed crossed over my chest, keeping my inner anxiety at bay with the words running out of my mouth. I was about to put blame on the man that just got shot and his awaiting companion.

I knew I was in the real ringer when both of our eyes narrowed at the other, threats being silent but promised.

"I don't see a single mark on these men so we couldn't have fought them off."

I turned around to face my audience, knowing they needed interaction to favor us. They wanted to feel superior to us, the offenders.

I didn't expect cheers from them, not because of the shooting that just happened, but because I'm not Sketchy.

"I see bite marks on those men, but I'm sure you're so intoxicated, you don't know the difference between your left and right hand."

To each their own, they took the time to look at their hands. They looked from their right hand to their left, then visa versa.

"As for your men," I pointed at the dentists, "they left their truck, unguarded with no means of returning. They must not care about the business you're running if they can leave something like a sacred vehicle unattended for long periods."

Escorpion finally looked away from me to the quiet seats of his dentists. Truth be told, I was worried for them but it had to be done.

Neither of the men spoke out of terms, fearing the consequences once they learned Escorpion did not discriminate.

It's either me or them, and I'll choose myself every damn day. I knew I had caught Escorpion's attention when I proved to him his men were not taking care of business like they should've, but I didn't know how well he'd handle being told his employees were lazy.

He's a mafia boss and a business man; he runs everything with his heart.

I took another deep breath in, "How were we, unbothered apocalypse survivors, to know such a successful business owner, such as yourself, ran such a prestigious side quest when you put careless men on top of the job?"

Escorpion placed a hand under his fury chin, returning his attention back to me once he glared at the dentists as I spoke. His mind was deep in thought, translating every word I preached to him.