Badges & Criminals

Capitolo 6

Since I'm not that much of an asshole, I'm including the slang words and meanings that I've used up here for y'all:

Peeper- Detective

Bulls- cops (perhaps plain clothes detectives)

Drill ('I should just drill you')- means to shoot someone

Bracelets- handcuffs

Kick off - die 

Enjoy

"So did you finally quit being one of those peepers?"

The dinner table grew quiet as my siblings and their mother waited for me to answer my father.

I exhaled slowly so I didn't unnecessarily lash out at him. I wasn't exactly thrilled that we had somehow found our way back to this topic.

"No father." I heard someone make a sound of disgust as someone else's utensils clattered to their plate.

"You mean to tell me you're still one of those bulls?!" My father demanded angrily, fire raging in his eyes.

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying!" I retorted. I could feel my anger rising but at this point I didn't really care. I had been forced to stay here in this hell hole for the past four days and I was ready to bash my head against a wall.

"You're a fucking rat," the third eldest son, Jackson growled at me. I planned on ignoring him until he slammed his hands down on the table, pushing himself back before he stood and began approaching me. He leaned onto the table next to me and got into my face as I refused to even acknowledge his presence.

"You think you're the shit don't you?" He sneered. When I didn't react it only angered him further. He pull out a knife and drove it into the table right in front of me, missing my hand by a few inches, causing me to glance up at him unimpressed.

"If I thought I was 'the shit' I wouldn't bother being here." I watched as Jackson's face twisted in hatred. He shoved his face up to mine, trying to intimidate me.

"You think you're better than us," he spat, butting heads with me. "I should knock you down off your fucking pedestal like the bitch you are. How about I just drill you right here?"

I raised a brow at his threat of shooting me. "I would advise you not to do that."

"What're you going to do?" He scoffed, "slap the bracelets on me?"

I studied him quietly for a moment before a grin spread across my face. I put my home training and police training into action as I yanked the knife out of the table and slammed it between Jackson's ring and middle finger before anyone was able to process what I was doing.

Jackson's eyes widened as his eyes slowly traveled down to where my hand was gripping the knife that was nestled into the table, the fear in his eyes was clear. I gave him a cold smirk as I leaned in toward his ear.

"Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean I'll let you walk over me,you goon." My voice was calm and quiet, yet everyone at the table was able to hear me with how silent things were. "It would do you well to remember that I'll settle family matters our way, fuck legalities. You want to fuck with me? Fine, be prepared to kick off."

I pulled away from him and gave him one last warning look before turning and walking out the front door.

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I had been walking around aimlessly for the past three hours and I was still pissed. I removed my glasses and rubbed a hand over my face, it wasn't very late yet everyone was starting to leave the pubs and the few clubs we had around. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only a little after one in the morning. I clicked my tongue but continued on toward the river that was just up ahead.