Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 7.

10th October 2016

9:30am

Jc's POV

"So what do you suggest we do now Mellet is out of the picture?" Kian asked, closing the door to our van.

We were parked along a side street, near a brewery warehouse that was owned by Sawyer's uncle, our usual hang out when we wanted to meet up. It was a perfect place to plan our endeavours, and hide away our secret.

A secret that no one could find.

"You don't suppose he is going to make a run for it?" Sawyer voiced, throwing the keys to me, as he locked the rusty old thing. His hair was pushed back today, his forehead only just visible under the black hat he was wearing. Kian had told us to keep on our balaclavas, but Sawyer was always one to break the rules.

"What? Little Troye boy making a mad heroic dash, with the hostage in tow?" Kian chuckled, putting a heavy hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "The boy hasn't got the brains, or the confidence! He is much too scared about his secret being revealed." He reassured.

"So he wouldn't want to reveal our secret then?" I smirked, looking over at kian whilst he checked his phone. "He is kind of trapped I suppose?" I added, walking over to the warehouse doors.

"That's my man! See, we have him just where we need him. So he can't escape, or rat on us." He explained, kicking the iron door with his trainer. It made a loud noise, the padlock on it flying forward as the door moved. I quickly unlocked it as Kian stood impatient, gesturing for sawyer to grab the money bag that he had retrieved from the van.

There was so much money.

We had aimed to get $10,000, but after the murder, we ran with the first wad of money we could find.

$25,000.

I gulped as I saw Sawyer lug it past me, his eyes firmly on the closed seal of the bag, making sure it hadn't been tampered with by either one of us. He was always cautious about the money, the only reason he got involved in the first place.

"Have you rung Rick? Does he know we have it all?" I questioned as we entered the top half of the building. I took a seat on one of the old couches Kian had moved in, and looked over the news on my phone. There had to be something about the heist!

"Rick has been informed, yes. But dealings aren't over Jc, he'll want more!" Kian looked worried for a minute, an expression that didn't often occur on him. I mean he had killed someone with a straight face, but his dealings with Rick were getting out of hand, even on his scale.

We had been dealing with an illegal firm for 3 years now. In and out of schools, frequently in nightclubs, we would be selling illegal drink and drugs, supplied by Rick and his team of idiots from the other side of LA.

It was kian's thing to start with, Sawyer an I oblivious until we found stashes of gear in his school bag. We had refused to rat on him, and slowly joined in.

Our expensive clothes didn't come from nowhere.

Dealing was okay at first, the money easily rolling in, and the jobs from Rick quite simple. We sold class A, homemade drugs from his workers in New York, a now massive firm, that he called his empire, to little apprentices like us.

It was only now we were paying the price.

The deals had gotten out of hand over the past year, Kian refusing to pay up as much as Rick asked, and an incident where a batch of gear went missing. As a group, we were seriously in debt, and owed over $10,000 to Rick's company.

And there, our plan to rob a bank began.

"I'm paying the money and then I'm out!" Sawyer butted in, peering up from his phone with wide eyes. "Look you idiots, its all over the news!" His face looked white, and he shoved the phone screen in my face.