A City Of Wolves

2. Kiam

Kiam and Levi walked adjacent to each other along the beachside. As they walked, they adulated the beautiful penthouses that sat along their right. It were dreams of owning and living within these sorts of buildings that motivated them to do the things like what they were planning to do this very moment.
     "Still can't believe ya ass really doing this," said Levi. "You said you was tryna lay low since them crackers gave you back ya freedom three days ago." He took a smoke from a cigar.
     Kiam rolled his eyes. "Just stay focused. We can discuss the foolishness later."
     They were both dressed in strictly black. A ski mask to conceal their identities.
     "Yea whatever, nigga. Anyways, this the spot right here." uttered Levi who pointed at one of the more luxurious properties.
     "Finally." whispered Kiam.
     As Levi got ready to enter, Kiam stretched his arm out to stop him.
     "Only slab if you got no other option, ya heard?" ordered Kiam.
     "Come on, man. Who you think you are? A Don?" Levi retorted. Another puff taken from his cigar.
     "Find someone else to be slick with. This shit serious. We here for one thing. Let's focus on getting it and keep it moving."
     "Yeah, whatever." Levi said.
     "Good," said Kiam. "Now, go and take a look inside the garage and see if the machine is there."
     Levi rolled his eyes and went to look. Kiam meanwhile was scoping around to see if there are any signs of resistance such as alarms and residents currently home.
     He pulled out what seemed like a lock pick kit and took a knee by the backdoor which was facing the beach. Now, he was just waiting for the greenlight from Levi.
     A vibration in his pocket led to him reading a thumbs up from Levi. Kiam got to work on the lock. He knew that if there were an alarm system setup, he would have 30 seconds to deactivate it before the police are alerted; and even less before the intruders were aware.
     He rubbed his side to feel the bulge of his favorite weapon of choice.
     A Smith & Wesson Model 686.
     With an accurate shooter behind it, pulling the trigger would leave a devastating and unforgettable hole in a person. Kiam considered this before acquiring the ordnance.
     He returned to the lock. Just shortly after, Levi returned. Subsequently, Kiam got the door open.
     It was to their surprise that the alarm system didn't activate itself. Perhaps a lucky day? Or a fortunate opportunity.
     Levi reached for his .357. Kiam pointed at the walls and Levi followed suit. They were looking for a set of car keys.
     After combing the whole downstairs, they've learned that there wasn't a car key in sight. This meant that they would have to journey upstairs. Kiam looked over at Levi and signaled him to remain put and keep watch.
     "You must've lost ya damn mind." he whispered frantically. "Suppose some country ass cracker is upstairs sleeping with a sawed-off?!"
     Kiam through up the index to silence him.
     "Alright, but ya ass better be careful." Levi squeaked.
     Kiam maneuvered stealthily towards the stairs. After all these years of being in situations like the one he was currently in, Kiam learned that he hated stairs. There were no place to hide which made them deadly. Nevertheless, he was fearless. He made his way up the stairs. His trusted revolver in his hand.
     As he almost cleared the stair case, he heard a door open. He hugged the edge of the wall at the top of the stairs and peeked around the corner.
     It was a woman.
     She was in the middle of a yawn as she made her way to a nearby bathroom.
     Kiam kept quiet. He had no intentions of harming anyone. He simply wanted the car keys so he could leave.
     Kiam listened closely. He could hear snoring. It was obvious that she had company.
     The woman shut the bathroom door after cutting on the lights.
     Kiam quickly slipped down the hall and into the bedroom. What greeted him was a sleeping man. A .45 Caliber pistol was on the bedside table next to his hand.
     Kiam never cared much for individuals who were packing heat. Over his years in the streets he's learned that a lot of those who carry arms, had virgin trigger fingers.
     His eyes glimpsed around for his objective. He quickly noticed that it was sitting adjacent to the pistol. Kiam tip-toed quickly over to the bedside. The object he picked up first was the pistol. Kiam tucked the mans .45 into his waist at the back before glaring at the man who would be trying to kill him if he were awake.
     In his world, sleep is the only peace you get when indulging in this lifestyle. Get it when you can.
     As he finished his thought, Kiam walked away. The keys to the whip now in his possession. As he touched the hallway, the woman came out of the bathroom bumping into him.
     He quickly placed his palm over her lips. Within his other hand was the revolver which he placed at her temple.
     "Sleep is temporary, death is permanent. Keep quiet, you keep your life. You scream then I'll take your soul beyond the firmaments."
     Poetic, she thought, but the message was received. The woman remained quiet. The sight of the anonymous mask concealing the man who held her fate was obviously intimidating to her.
     He removed his hands and the woman slowly went to the floor. Kiam in his past would never spare the life of any, but after dedicating the last 10 years of his life to a penitentiary for murder, he became aware of a soft spot hidden within the uncharted parts of his personality for humans.
     As her tears poked the floor repeatedly, he made his departure. It wasn't long before he reunited with Levi. Now, they were inside of the vehicle which was their objective, a late-model Lamborghini Aventador, which was now cruising down the interstate.