Trapezoid (The Base)

Chapter 14

A deep growl rumbled from the back of Levi's throat. His spread palms tightened to fists. A force stronger than adrenaline swept over him. Tiger pulled his head up by his mohawk. The sight of his grey malicious eyes triggered a fierce wildness in him. He dug his teeth into the man's solid shoulder, his intention to rip off some flesh. Tiger loosened his grip with a short howl of pain as he reached to cover his bleeding shoulder.

Levi felt a tiny flicker of satisfaction—but it wasn't enough. Spitting on a wild fire did nothing to put it out. He rammed his fist into the Tiger's throat, crushing his windpipe. Seeing the notorious gangster double over gasping for air he'd never catch, Levi felt a wave of satisfaction sweep over him. Justice was catching up—finally.

The room fell into a heavy stunned silence at the sight of one of their own, lifeless and sprawled on the cold concrete floor.

Levi turned to face the three remaining, his heart hammering in his chest. He wasn't done.

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Vance watched Joey Grey yank the bat out of Jed's strong arm. The man looked stunned, as though waking up from a dream. Hide tensed. Since when had his guys become such dim-wits? Grey swung the bat, and hit him square on the temple with a fighter's grunt. Vance clenched his jaw, biting off some of his cigar. He crushed the rest in his fist when he heard the fatal crack of the bat. This was not good.

It was as if the guy had lost his mind. He fought with rage—not defense. Vance watched him twist Bull's arm off the socket. He clenched his fists at the sound of his screams. Heck, Joey wasn't as big as the man! Maybe he'd choose enjoy this. He had been cheated all this time that his bodyguards were capable of guarding him! Seeing the Bull on his knees, he itched to send a bullet through his head. Grey went down on his hunches, a smirk on his lips—before his fist sent him unconscious.

Vance itched as the sight of Blade coming up behind Grey. Slice him, Blade, he pleaded inwardly. He could even bet Tony had no idea the man, Joey Grey, was such a fighter. Tony had bragged the guy was skilled with a gun—he hadn't said anything about fighting—with none. Tony wasn't one to give surprises—especially ones this kind. Was he a shooter like Tony bragged or was he a fighter? Or was he even Joey Grey? Things that didn't add up raised his suspicion. The thing was, Hide felt his insides squirm, a feeling he had forgotten for the past five years—fear.

As if sensing someone was going to happen, Joey pivoted, but had earned some pain. Hide couldn't help ramming his fists on the desk. He'd lost all ease, his feet tapping furiously on the floor. Joey's back was to him, blocking all view of what Blade had inflicted. The knife was above Grey's shoulder, the blade facing downward. Vance bit his lip—something he never usually did. He felt anticipation buzz through him as it lowered slightly.

He'd been impressed, no doubt—but he didn't like this guy—whoever he was.

He caressed the gun on his lap, a smirk growing on his lips. One hardly missed at close-range.

Yes, it's kinda short. I'm fully aware. But hey! I got one up! Your comments are always welcome. 

I'll do my best to make the next longer. X)