AC: Modern One Shots

This is my Family~ Malik, Altair, Kadar

This is one of my longer one shots. It's modern AU and will revolve around Altair, Malik, and Kadar (yay!).
Waring and a Heads up!! This one shot is pretty gruesome at points, some bad language and other stuff. But on the bright side, I guess, we see Altair kill some people. He's strung on revenge and will not stop until things are made right and equal once more.
In shorter terms, don't get Altair mad and don't mess with his family.

Malik had no other way to earn money. He had a job as a taxi cab driver but it wasn't exactly a great job. He worked at night most of the time, in the foul part of the city. The man chose to work night shifts so he'd be able to spend the day with his younger brother.

On the side, Malik sold different contraband. He'd make some money selling meth, coke, or reefer, if that was your thing. It helped him with last month's round of bills. Although he was the seller, he wasn't the supplier.

His oldest friend, Altair, he got the stuff every month. A new package for each month, Malik sold most of it while he worked. It was easy, simple.

One night that all changed.

Malik was on the night shift once more, he drove around calmly. He picked up a balding man and his blonde friend. They smelled of cheap cologne and reeked of alcohol.

"Go.", the blonde said.

So he drove, he thought of the pistol he had hidden underneath his seat. Every cabbie had one, Malik hid it under his seat, where he could easily grab for it.

"I heard you got some of that new stuff. The harder stuff. Mind showing me?", the balding man said, he had a gold tooth on the edge of his mouth.

Malik noticed that the man lent forward on the window. "This isn't an ice cream shop, no samples.", he growled.

The man chuckled. "Yeah? I got 300. How far will that take me?"

"You sound like a fucking pimp.", Malik told him.

The blonde scoffed beside gold tooth. "300, we're looking to party. How much will it get us?"

Malik slowed down and parked by the curb. The other men took this as a sign and went over to Malik's window, pretending to pay for the cab.

"It'll get you an 8 ball.", Malik said as he handed them a bag, obviously the size of an 8 ball.

The blonde man took it and threw the money to Malik's lap. "Better be good.", he said as they began walking away.

"The best.", Malik whispered to himself.

The rest of the night was spent dealing and giving people rides. The city reeked of vermin and whores. It wasn't exactly the safest side of the world but it was livable. Malik lived in the better side of the city.

He lived in a nice neighborhood, not the best but it was safe enough that no one got killed. Not many people lived there, it was mostly an empty street.

The man clocked out of work that morning and went to Altair's home, a few blocks away from where he lived himself.

He gave his friend the cash he earned and Altair gave him what he deserved. They split it evenly, half and half.

The next night was when things changed.

Malik readied himself for work that afternoon. Kadar would be home before nightfall, he'd gone to a friends house after school and would walk back.

He went to to Altair's to grab some fresh produce and left to work, like every night for the last year.

Malik drove around the city, he got few tips and more junkies came his way. It was only after he picked up a tall man in a suit that things went lopsided.