Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender

Chapter IV: Confrontation

Author's Note: I'm finally back bitches! I'm literally such a slow writer but I'm getting back into the swing of things and will be updating most of my fics soon! 💕

Confrontation
Jesper Fahey

Kaz and I headed to the meeting spot that Rollins had designated. Both of us are prepared for an attack, either an ambush or head on. Rollins stands in the alleyway, two Dime Lions on each side of him.

"The documents." Rollins extends out a hand. Kaz place the roll of parchment in it, none too gently.

"What do they say?" Kaz asks. He's scowling more than usual, hand gripped firm around the head of his cane. "We risked our lives for those. We have every right to know what they say." He pauses, looking for a sense of knowing in Rollins' eyes. I never know what is going on in Kaz's head- nor do I want to. I don't know why he forbid Y/n/n from coming along, especially when we all know that this will end in an attack.

It looks like Rollins won't comply, but he does, unraveling the papers. The breeze makes them crinkle, the scent of blood flowing in the air as iron flavored waves. Rollins shakes the papers toward Kaz. My eyes scan over the papers. They are labeled with Y/n's name, her last name crossed out in black inked marks. At first I suspect they're her documents of incitation, (when she first joined the Dregs) which shouldn't matter to Rollins, but then I notice the way Kaz's expression has changed.

There seems to be a switch that flipped in his head, turning off the "business man" Kaz Brekker and letting cruel, dangerous Dirtyhands run amok. His cane flies in a high arc, hitting Rollins squarely across the face. Kaz yanks the papers away, ripping them to shreds. I shoot at the Dime Lions before they have a chance to react. My bullets hit their wrists, shoulders, and legs, momentarily disabling their movement.

Then we run. I have to drag Kaz along across the cobblestones, shooting back at the pursuers at every free moment. We make it to the Slat, barricading the doors shut. The other Dregs around just continue along, either not worried or not caring enough.

"Boss, what's wrong? What was on the documents?" I ask Kaz. He leans against a table, grabbing a cup of alcohol and downing it.

"Her documents of passage." That doesn't matter to me, all it meant was that Y/n wasn't born here, and I already knew that, though clearly it's important to Kaz.

"So?"

"She's from Ravka. She was part of the Second Army." That also isn't relevant to me; I knew she was a Durast like me, though some accident had changed her powers. She never talked about it, and I never asked. Kaz is about to tell me more, when Y/n walks up.

"Hey, speak of the devil!" I say, looping my arm around her shoulders. I don't tell her about the documents, and neither does Kaz. "How was your time alone, Y/n/n?"

"Fine, I guess." She directs her attention to Kaz. "Inej is back. She says she has information for you." Kaz nods, then walks up the stairs to his office. His footsteps and cane thud on the steps, growing quieter and quieter.

I bid Y/n goodnight and go to my room. I lay in bed, eyes following the grains of wood on the ceiling, trying to figure out what had made Kaz so mad. Why did it matter that Y/n was from Ravka and Second Army? Nina was too, and Kaz never cared all too much. Sure, she was young to be a soldier, but that couldn't be what Kaz was pissed about...