Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Atticus ~46~

Last night.

"Speak to me." I mumble into the phone, walking out of the house, my pants still feeling tight. Whatever they were calling me for better be good.

"We found his bodyguards. Or, their remains." Dante said into the phone, making me pause in my strides. I recover quickly and get in my car, driving to the coordinates they sent me.

"And Joshua?" I ask, putting the phone on speaker. I sped through the highway, careful with any speed cameras. I had these streets nearly memorized due to the illegal car racing we used to do. Those were fun times.

"Nowhere to be found. I think they've got him in hiding. They know we're looking for him." He sighs. I curse softly, my mind coming up with different outcomes. What's so special about that bastard that Panther's Jaw would risk themselves to fucking hide him??

"I'm almost there, call the twins. Get them there." I order before hanging up. Pulling onto a sidewalk about two blocks away from the destination. I grab my gun from under the chair, tucking it into my waistband. I get out and start walking. I reach the alleyway, narrowing my eyes at the darkness.

"Ding-"

"Dong."

"You both give me a headache." I murmur, walking into the shadows. I hear the subtle sound of their footsteps joining beside me. The twins were one of my most trusted spies. They claim they work for the Blood Angels but in reality, they work for me. In a way, they've adopted me as their older brother. I've already told them to drop that mindset.

"Dante called us and said you had a job for us." Rome said, sounding excited. She was the more expressive one out of the two.

"Two. Might be tricky." I warn, finally seeing Dante and a few other men talking. I hear the twins jump away from me, hiding in the shadows again. Not many knew about them, and they liked to keep it that way.

"Hermano, qué tal?" Dante greeted me, offering me a grin. I look past him at the two bodies laid out with a knife in their skulls, their left legs and right arms missing. Engraved on their cheeks was a "4 A". [Brother, what's up?]

"Find Joshua. That's what you do." I order, watching him look at me with boredom. I quirk an eyebrow at him and tilt my head. He inhaled and nodded, mumbling something in Spanish before nodding at the men to follow him. Once they were gone, I heard the familiar whistle of the twins.

"Your first job is to find Joshua or anyone who works with him. Find any family, friends, spouses, whatever. I want his location. The second job is the most important one. So listen closely." I mumble, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I stare at the message on the dead men's cheeks. "You're to watch over my girl. Someone touches a hair on her head, you execute them."

The sound of footsteps filled my ears. They weren't mine, or the twins. I turn around, staring at the shadows.

There emerged five men. All with the Panther's Jaw tattoo on their necks. The twins stealthily left, already having their orders.

"Let's just get this over with." I mumble, moving away from the walls.

I could hear her giggles coming from outside, making me lean against the doors and watching her swim around with Zachary. She was splashing him whilst trying to convince Callan to join, promising she wouldn't splash him. Then her eyes met mine.

Her smile faded away, replaced with a worried look. She quickly swam to the side of the pool, hoisting herself up and running to me, her wet hands gently grabbing my face and moving it around to see the damage. Her eyes moved from my face down to my arms, her eyes watering.