His Spring Symphony

Chapter Thirteen: Pawn

[a/n] I have finals in like a week and I have a hard time trying to focus T___T *cries*

Here's Chapter 13. ENJOY!
-Amni

HUNTER

Hunter was running late. Yet, he bought breakfast when he was on the way. He hoped it was enough to lower the Bratva leaders' annoyance with his lateness. He was ruffling his hair and was frantically searching for his glasses in his suit pockets while making his way to the discussing room in the Laskov's mansion.

He hated wearing contacts. Even when people always compliment how beautiful his eyes were. They dried easily and Hunter always woke up early and went home late. And reading articles on some of the bad cases of wearing contacts gave him goosebumps.

His eyesight was becoming quite better lately, thanks to lasers and very expensive glasses. He was almost going blind; it had happened three years ago when his life was slowly falling apart. 

"You're late as fuck, Pakhan." Luca greeted him when he opened the door to the discussing room for Hunter.

"Well, I'm fucking sorry since you did just call me this morning." Hunter shoved a paper bag of four rolls of croissant to Luca's chest. "And, I bought breakfast."

"No coffee?"

"I was running late." Hunter reminded.

He walked to the roundtable that he would always stand between Luca and Callahan. Luca put the 5 dollar worth of food in this middle of the table. Vladimir and Callahan made his way to eat.

"No butter? Or jam?" Callahan asked. Hunter clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. The big five of his Bratva always liked to make fun of him. Of course, the obvious reason was he was the youngest amongst them. Would be twenty-four by this summer. Also, he was very expressive.

If he was amused, it would show on his smirk lips, if he was tired, it would show in the way how messy his outfit was and the way he walks. If he was in love, his bright eyes would show how much joy was in him. But he doubted that he could feel that again...

"Sooo, The Rogues." Hunter said and people around his shut their amusement.

"Ash Lockhart." Luca claimed and pressed the button to start the presentation. The discussion room in the Laskov's mansion was built for any safety circumstances. In the inside, it was like your typical room- small, no windows, dark- yet instead of the long table, a round table was placed in the middle of the room, meant only for six chairs, meant for the big six of the Laskov's Bratva. While, on the outside, it was soundproof, held by two heavy wooden doors and were surveillance 24/7 and two bodyguards outside.

Luca started the presentation. When he clicked, there was only words/ six bulleted listed on supposed 'Ash Lockhart's' information. No pictures of him.

"Ash Lockhart. Believed to be twenty-two of age. Ethnicity; not sure but determined that he's white. The leader of the Rogues. Estimated about 24 active members including him. Active in drug dealing, the bombing of public places, malls especially."

"That's it?" Hunter asked.

"Not yet but about him, yes that's just it. He's very, very low profile. I mean we aren't the first ones that he has messed with."

"Yeah. He had terrorized some on the old gangs. I know that." Hunter briefed.

"Not that." Luca cut him off. "He already messed with Cosa Nostra and Red Candle triad."