Ending Silence

Chapter 43

Sage's POV

"Thank god all of those jobs are over" Alex groans as we get back into my car. "That was the most boring thing ever dude" Leo sighs, lying across my back seat with his forearm over his eyes.

"Let's see what this surprise is that Jay was going on about" Alex mumbles, tapping buttons on his phone before holding it up as it starts to ring on speaker.

"What?" Jay answers pretty quickly. "What is our surprise?" Leo says from the backseat. "We did all your shit" Alex adds.

We hear Jay chuckle. "You kids ready for your reward?" He teases, and I think we all rolled our eyes.

"You get to pay someone a visit," Jay says. "He tricked us" Alex mutters in shock. "There is no surprise. Asshole" Leo scowls, while I'm honestly not that surprised.

"This guy owes us some money. If he can't pay it today, then kill him" Jay tells us, and Alex sighs. "Who's this fucker? I wanna go home" He groans.

"Presley"

We all freeze, making sure we heard that right. In union, we all glance at each other, sharing a grin.

"Are you fucking with us?" Leo asks, even though we know he isn't. Jay wouldn't joke about this. "No".

"Jay, I fucking love you, man!" Leo yells, and I hear Jay laugh. "Just get it done. He owns us ninty" Is all he says before hanging up.

"This should be good" Alex chuckles.

***

We walk down the familiar hallways, the ones that haven't changed a bit in the last twelve years.

Stopping in front of the dark oak door, Alex steps forward and knocks loudly.

"Come in!" We hear a yell, and Alex opens the door.

We step into the familiar little old office. I swear we spent half our time here back then. We were little shits.

Presley looks the same, only his black hair is more grey than black now. More wrinkles have been added to his face, which is now pale white. His eyes are wide, and the pen he was holding drops as I close the door behind us.

"Miss us?" Alex smiles, standing in the middle, with me to his left and Leo to his right.

Presley stands up suddenly. "I-" "Sit down," Leo says, and Presley sits immediately.

Leo may joke around the majority of the time, but he gets serious when he has to, and people often get more intimidated by him than Alex.

The three uncomfortable wooden seats are still placed in front of his old desk, and we sit down.

Alex sits in the middle, slouched back, looking perfectly relaxed sitting man spread with his arms clasped on his stomach.

Leo's on his right, sitting horizontally in the chair, his legs dangling over the armrest while his arms are folded on his chest. He had a smile on his face, a dark one, however. One that lets Presley know he's fucked.

I sit on the left, my feet resting on the corner of Presley's desk, while my head is leaned back slightly. My eyes are still on him, however, and he seems to be avoiding my stare at all costs.

The way we're sitting is purposely. This is exactly how we sat in these very chairs, in this very office, twelve years ago. And the look on his face tells us he remembers it like it was yesterday.

"What do you want?" He mutters, anger clear in his voice but he tries to keep it at bay.

It won't stay like that. We're good at getting him really riled up.