FlAvor

Chapter 20

The men formulated a plan within 20 minutes at Flavor. The only goal was getting Adrienne back, with or without any blood spilled on the floor.

One aggressive push through the apartment complex by one of O'Brien's guys and they came in, rushing through the doors. O'Brien kept tabs on Darren throughout the weeks and spotted him in the rundown parts of New York City, mainly in downtown Brooklyn. Dark, dirty, and dangerous were only a few words to describe the area. Blaine walked in first, assessing the inside. For a well known gang, they sure know how to keep a place looking filthy.

Two guys spotted them by the doorway. Before they could react, Blaine grabbed the two knives in his pockets and flung them at the men, cutting through the side of their chests effortlessly. They groaned in pain as Blaine and O'Brien came in, the others following right after. The place smelled of weed and sex. Blaine scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Search the place. See if there's anything that we can use to find Adrienne," O'Brien said to his guys. All 3 of them came from his boss's training facility and they got to New York as soon as they could by car. Big guys over six feet? If you were smart enough, you would not mess with them. They separated into the apartment on the search while the rest stayed in the main room.

Blaine made himself comfortable, pulling up an empty chair between the two men who were in pain on the couch. Both were either high or drunk, but from the amount of bottles around the place, he assumed the latter. He roughly removed the knives from their body in one clean swipe.

"Fuck!" One of them cursed loudly, putting pressure on his chest. The other leaned over in his lap, holding in the pain. "What the fuck is this?!"

"Don't fucking play dumb," Blaine responded, raising an eyebrow at them. "Your boy Darren has someone of mine and I want her back."

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you're talki- Shit!" He cursed again when Blaine pushed the knife through his leg, applying pressure on the wound. Blaine's sanity was slowly disintegrating. He had no sympathy for these fucks. They're under Darren's control. But for right now, they were under his.

Blaine sighed. "I don't want to hurt you, or your friend over here. But I will if I have to. You answer a few questions for me and we'll leave your broken down fucked up apartment."

The other guy popped up and stared at Blaine in the eye. "What do you want to know?"

"What the hell, Nick?" The other asked angrily. "Don't fucking say shit to them!"

"I'm not fucking dying tonight for Darren's dumbass, Jason. Fuck that! I already told you I was out of here by morning. This lifestyle is a waste of time."

Just because the one named Jason threw his temper tantrum, Blaine stuck in the knife deeper into his flesh. More blood oozed out of the guy's leg, and he howled in pain. Blaine didn't let go of the knife as he asked, "What do you know about where my girl is?"

"The only place Darren would take her is in the Bronx. Our underground area where we do our dealings."

Perfect.

"You think you can find something around that area, O?"

O'Brien responded. "Already on it."

The men returned from their search, no hints to were Adrienne may be. But they were already a step closer to her. Blaine could feel it.

"It was nice doing business with you gentlemen," Blaine smiled, yanking the knife clean out of Jason's leg, making him hiss in pain. He wipes the fucker's blood off with the guy's jeans and they exit the apartment.

Jason tried to grab his phone, but Nick beat him to it. "You're not saying anything, Jason. Let it go."

"Darren will find out when they show up! We're the only people who know about that place. We're both fucked!" He became hysterical. Either from the slow loss of blood or him being slightly drunk, he wasn't sure. "That damn bitch has him so sprung he has no clue what the hell he's doing anymore."