Switchblade

Chapter 38: May Lose Your Job

All of the men stepped out of their vehicles that were parked blocking the driveway.

They followed Drake towards the large doors.

The men inside the warehouse heard all of the doors close and their heads raised.
"He said he was coming?" asked Ronnie.
"No." Jo answered.
"That's not him." Morgan said after checking the cameras on their tvs. "Grab something you can use to break a skull in."
All of them moved on his command and grabbed whatever they found first.

The doors slammed open.

Drake looked at them through the little eye space left between his baseball cap and mask.
"It's not personal." he stated.

The men in the warehouse turned around when they heard entrances through the two back doors.

They turned back forward and saw Drake and his group closer.
Drake swung and punched Morgan in his jaw. The rest of the men started their fights as well.
Morgan blocked the next swing from Drake then sent an uppercut into his stomach and a right hook into his jaw.
Once Drake had backed away to gather himself, Morgan massaged his own jaw.
"Gotta say...that felt kinda personal." he sighed.
Drake stood up straight and swung his leg at Morgan's head.

While everyone else stood their ground and fought their battle, a particularly quaking gentleman made sure no eyes were on him as he disappeared to the back of the building. His name was Caesar.

He slipped into the office and looked for the small post it note that had the phone number to call.
He opened the top drawer and found it pressed at the bottom.
He took the desk phone and dialed as he pressed it to his ear.

Killian heard his phone ring while he entered his room. He lifted it to read the contact and saw the faux name it had listed.
He put it up against his ear after answering.
"Yea."
"Sir? There's a problem."

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Killian was in no rush as he dressed down to his fitted plain t-shirt. He would have changed out of his dress pants as well until he realized he wouldn't want the pants he'd sleep in to get dirty. So he headed downstairs and towards the front door.

Tati finished washing the dishes and looked at him.

"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
She looked at his back in the shirt as he kept walking. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore it.
"I'll be back. Don't leave." he stated as he slipped on his shoes.
"I wasn't going to. You don't trust me when really I should be the one not trusting you."
"Babygirl, you tried to kill one of my men the second day you were here." He opened the door. "We both shouldn't trust each other." he said and left.

She stared at the empty space he'd left.

Killian climbed into his car then drove down the driveway.

His hand toyed with the switchblade he'd taken out. Twirling it open between his fingers. Repeatedly opening it and closing it.

He clicked his tongue in thought.

But not about where he was going.

He thought about her as he held the tip of his blade balancing on the metal median of his car next to the gear shift.

He thought about laying with her again.
Never in his life had he had a woman sleep on his chest. He'd rarely had anyone sleep beside him. And then today, this stunning woman that he'd been trying to sleep with for two weeks now, just casually rests on top of him. He'd never had a bigger urge to kiss someone than he did at that moment. He didn't even think to go any further than that. Just to roll them over, land on top of her, and kiss her until they had to stop to catch their breath. Then go back at it again. Her kiss was perfect. Like she lied about it being her first one. The second one was even better than the first.
He cleared his mind and just continued to toy with the blade in his hand as he drove. She was a virgin anyway, he didn't want to let his thoughts get him carried away.

After ten more minutes, he arrived at the warehouse that called him.
The driveway was only filled with the vehicles of the employees.

Killian got out and put his closed blade back into his pocket before he walked towards the door.

There were men on the floor bleeding from their heads. Covered in bruises. Very few had a broken limb. He even saw some that were obviously not from his crew. He'd have an idea for them later.
He walked towards Morgan who laid on the ground. There was a dripping gash on his head from being hit with a crowbar twice in the same spot. He kept attempting to get up but struggled.

"Surely..."
The voice struck fear into Morgan but he lifted his head and looked in its direction.
"You didn't lose..." Killian said. "Right?"
Morgan was shaking. He sat up onto his knees.
"You wouldn't do that to us. You were brought here because we thought you were one of the best. Is that wrong?"
"N-No, sir. They brought more men than we had. They ganged up on us. We took out a few but-..."
Killian crouched down and grabbed Morgan's face in his hand.
His switchblade was out and open in the other.
Morgan continued to shake.

Killian took the knife and pointed it only a millimeter in front of Morgan's eye.
"But you lost." Killian finished his sentence for him.
Morgan didn't answer. He just swallowed nervously.
"Now I have to clean up your mess because you're some asshole that can't do his fucking job." With a swift swing, Killian cut diagonally across Morgan's cheek, starting at his bottom eyelid. Morgan flinched out of fear he'd just lost his sight.

"Am I fired...?" Morgan asked fearfully.
"No, you don't get fired. I'd just kill you. But that's not what's gonna happen. Instead, you owe me." Killian let his face go. He gently smacked it twice before he stood back up.

He looked at all of the men that laid leaning against the wall or on the floor.

"You'll all be sent out soon enough. Clean yourselves up." He began to walk towards the three men from Segal's gang to ask them a question.

"Which of you three knows the most?" he asked.
Two of them looked at the third who just stared up at Killian.
"Both of you looked at him." Killian pointed out. He looked at the third one. "That true?"
The man spit onto Killian's pants. Killian kicked him in the face swiftly without thinking about it. The man laid on the ground with an aching jaw.
Killian bent over him and deeply cut into his face. The man screamed at the slice over his eye until Killian's hand covered his mouth. He stabbed him under his jaw.
Killian peeled the knife out then looked at the other two.
"Which one out of you two knows the most?" he asked. He wiped his blade clean on the first man's shirt.

The two men pointed at each other.

"Alright. Morgan!" he called.
"Yes, sir?" Morgan answered.
"Tie these two up. Leave them hungry. I'll be back in a few days."
He stepped over the body and started walking towards the exit.

"Morgan..." Killian called again as he kept walking.
"Yes, sir?"
"If you lose them...then you're fired." He left the warehouse.