Craft II (The Craft Saga)

33 - All Guns Blazing

The day after I'd discovered my money was missing, I was finally able to leave the house to try and fix this shit. I had tried to remain as calm and normal as possible as I'd watched movies with Ollie and ate dinner the evening before, but my nerves were constantly jittering and my suppressed anger was growing overwhelming.

Ollie had taken forever to shower, get dressed and leave for work, but when he was finally out of sight I jumped into action. I threw on some comfortable clothing, grabbed my gun and ran out to the cab I'd called to pick me up. The driver drove me into town and I threw him a twenty that I'd luckily found on the counter before I climbed out of the car and made my way to exactly where I suspected I'd find the person I was looking for. I cut through the alleys that led away from the busy town and continued cutting through shortcuts until I came out onto the rows of familiar units. The whereabouts all came back to me immediately, and I stormed down the cobbled road to the exact one I needed. Had he not been here then I would have had no choice but to call him, but as I got closer, I realised it was my lucky day.

The shutter was up and he was inside, his back turned to me as he fumbled with something in his hands. I moved briskly into the unit, the sound of my footsteps alerting him and he spun around.

'Dagon?' His brows raised in surprise and then his eyes widened in fear as he saw the gun I pulled from inside my jacket. 'Dagon, what the fuck?' He backed up until he hit the wall and raised his hands in the air, one of them stuffed with a wad of cash which only pissed me off more.

'You think you can fuck with me and get away with it, Larsen?' I pushed my gun against his forehead with a strong force, ensuring he understood how fucking serious I was. 'Something you wanna' tell me?'

'Like what?' His voice was calm and unshaken; he wasn't scared of me, but his expression told me he wasn't underestimating me either.

'I wanna' hear you say it, you fucking asshole,' I demanded, pressing my gun a little harder. 'Say it!'

'Say what?!' he cried. 'I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, now get your god damn gun away from me!'

'Not until you confess, Larsen!' I yelled. 'Fucking say it; don't act like a pussy and think you're gonna' get out of this!'

'Get out of what; you're a fucking psycho!' he yelled back.

'Do you fucking know who I am?!' I bellowed.

'You mean who you were?!' His comeback startled me and sent an ache through my chest. The only sounds in the unit were our heavy breaths.

'What did you just say to me?' I asked him, feeling the utter rage inside of me just clawing to get out. My finger twitched on the trigger; I wanted to blow his head off, and if he didn't confess to what he'd done, I would.

'I'm sorry,' he murmured. 'I should not have said that.'

'Damn fucking right you shouldn't have,' I spat. 'Now, where is it?'

He sighed heavily and shrugged. 'Where's what? This shit will be dealt with so much faster if you just fucking tell me what's going on!'

'You stole from me!' I screamed. 'You broke into my house and you stole the fucking money back!'

He didn't respond, he simply stared at me in bewilderment.

'Say something,' I ordered him, pressing the gun in again.

'Someone stole the money?' he asked.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head. 'You're a good actor, Larsen.'

'That means someone knows where you live,' he said, quietly. 'That means someone knows we did business.'

'Miles, don't fuck with me,' I snapped, moving the gun from his forehead to his temple. 'You're the only person who knows where I fucking live!'