Moira

Brothers

The cabin was dim lighted. A man sat on the chair of the table while three men stood in silence on the other side of the table, they did not sit, they just stood, with an expression of fear. He was clearly their Boss. On the table there were some guns, which were being examined by the man sitting on the chair. He picked up each gun, held them as if he were about to shoot and then kept them back from where he picked them. Each time he did it, the three men's hearts skipped a beat. The room was cold, yet they were sweating. Suddenly, the man smiled at them. They were puzzled whether their Boss was happy or about to shoot them with one of the guns lying on the table. They knew his nature, his smile could not predict his next action for he had killed so many wearing that same expression he had now. "Why do all look so scared?" said the Boss. No one answered. "Did you see a ghost or something?" One of the three gulped and looked down on the wooden floor. "Come on lads! You did a good job today! I mean it really! The guns have a nice grip and plus all of them can do severe damage. You should be smiling at the work you have done, though it nearly landed you behind bars. But it was worth the risk." said the Boss with a cheerful expression. The three men sighed with relief. One of them started "Thank you Sir! We are glad that you are pleased! I...." he was broken off by the Boss "Okay okay Mark! Hold your excitement! Here take this!" Throwing a bundle of notes across the table, "That's Fifteen grand. Divide it among yourselves and spend it as you wish." Mark took the money and the three took leave of their Boss.
The Boss picked up the telephone and dialed a number, he waited then he spoke "Nolan! Come here and take some guns three lads got today. Yes! Pretty good guns! Hand them over to the bikers. No, I don't wish to meet him, tell him he can go to hell otherwise I will be the last person he will meet in his pathetic life! Yes, thanks! "
He banged the receiver of the telephone and leant backwards on his chair and closed his eyes. Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening. The boss still closing his eyes spoke "You either are very tired of life and don't want to live anymore or you have challenged someone that you can come in and out of my cabin alive without my permission." While saying that he took a gun out of his coat and pointed towards the direction of the sound.
" Now when did I needed a permission?" said a husky voice which belonged to a tall man with French beard standing on the opposite side of the table. He was quite handsome and resembled the Boss a lot. He smiled cheekily at the Boss. The Boss stood up and smiled "Peter Burke! You brave fool. You never need anyone's permission to enter my cabin, my little brother! " His cold blue eyes smiled with his lips. His brother laughed and said " Christopher Burke! You really think I will ask for somebody's permission to fool around in your private space?" Christopher walked towards his brother and hugged him. "No, you don't."
They both resembled each other. They could be twins, but Christopher was fifteen years elder to Peter. Both were of the same height, they both had their father's cold blue eyes and they also had his voice. But Peter was more quirky like his mother while Christopher was serious and a no nonsense man like his father.
"Don't you get bored sitting in this cold and dark room? Come and spend some time with me will you? Let's go for a ride around the city. Please!" pleaded Peter with an innocent expression. Christopher opened his mouth " Its midnight! What is in to you? No. I will no-" Peter cut him off and said " Its only midnight! Come with me! Come on!" . Christopher was tore apart, he could never say no to his dear brother. He loved him too dearly to refuse him anything. He finally gave up. "Fine! But I am driving! You drive like a maniac. I will die of a heart attack one day!" Peter looked at him and said in horror "Could you please not talk of dying? Yes you will drive! But don't talk like that!"
They went down to their garage and took their favorite car. It was a Bentley. It was classy and they both decided to get it as soon as they saw it.
They both smiled at each other. Despite being the most notorious Gang Leader of the criminal gang 'The Bloodhounds', Christopher Burke was the most loving person when it came to his brother. He could die for him and he could kill for him, and that he had done not once but many times. He would choose everything above him. Such was his love. Little did he know that this midnight long drive would change many things in the days to come.