Another Time, Another Place (SUPERCORP AU)

Part 31: Cordova St.

Lena's pov

"You're overreacting,"

Kara and I are arguing about whether I must take her home or I should be taking her to the hospital. Apparently, she doesn't like being poked around by doctors, having this trauma with syringes and flu shots back from when she was a kid.

But that bruise on her right side looked serious and needs medical attention. Any bruise or injury for that matter...

"I'm not overreacting," I tried to keep my cool because this conversation is starting to sound ridiculous and it's about to get in to my nerves, "We have to be sure that you're being properly taken care of, that thing just turned aubergine which can also mean you're hemorrhaging on your side, not to mention you keep on wincing in pain, so much it can only mean that sleep in your cozy bed and pack of ice isn't going to be enough to make you comfortable enough to heal, who knows with this kind of injury in worst case scenario, you might need surgery, that ---"

"Okay! Okay! Fine...you are overreacting. Let's go to the doctor, then...just don't let them stick those needles at me, it's gonna hurt..."

"Like that bruise doesn't hurt already?...geez, you are such a chicken,"

"Am not... just shut up already and drive," Kara said sounding royally pissed off.

I can't believe our first fight would be over a nasty bruise she got from protecting me...

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Mike's pov

I just got a call from my contact.

Big boss has a job for me again. Probably another item delivery. I told my contact my shift at SuperSweets will end at three thirty and I'll be on site by four.
Good thing he agreed because I can't find any more excuse to tell Alex. I don't want her or anyone to get suspicious.

I heard what happened in Cordova Street. I'm sure it's the Big boss who ordered that hit, Morettis must have crossed him on a deal. You cross the boss and you're dead meat... literally. But you hit a Moretti, expect retaliation worse than your most fearsome nightmare. If not soon, it's sooner. I just hope I don't get caught in the crossfire...or him, since they have been doing business...

"Hey Mike?"

I heard Mrs. Danvers call out from one of the tables. She's been doing some inventory on her laptop and probably needs more coffee.

"Yes Mrs Danvers..."

"Could you stay until closing tonight. Alex left early to meet a friend and I need to leave now and go see Kara at the hospital, she--"

"Kara's in the hospital?!!" I immediately felt my blood simmer in fury thinking something bad might have happened to her. "What happened to her, Mrs. Danvers??!"

"She got some bruising on her side...Lena called said she got it from debris that fell off during a shoot out in Cordova Street...they were just on their way to grab some pizza when the shooting happened... I got to see my daughter now, so if you could please close up for me later...just call me and Alex too when you're done, okay..."

"Y-yes...Mrs. Danvers, of course," unbelievable...here I am scared of getting caught in a crossfire between feuding mobsters, when in fact Kara's already there. How could this happen?!

"Uhm...Mrs. Danvers," I called out before she gets to leave the cafe, "is it alright if I'll go see Kara later as well?,... I-i just want to see for myself if she's gonna be okay,"

"Sure..." She said as she rushed to rid the table of her stuff to leave.

Now, I have to cancel on my contact. It's going to cost me, and it's going to cost me really big. I don't mind closing up, and I could've done it after my shift. But Kara is more important and I have to see her.

The minute Mrs. Danvers was out the door, I called my contact back and answered on the third ring.

"Hey, it's me...I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight's job,"

"I just told the boss you're in," my contact said on the other line.

"Something very personal just came up, and I just have to see to it,"

"You know for a fact the boss doesn't like to be denied,"

"I know... please just this once, cut me a slack...this is important," I pleaded. But I already know there's a consequence for this. I just don't know what exactly it is.

"Tell me what it is and maybe, just maybe, the boss will cut you the slack you're asking for..."

I mulled this over. For this guys, my reason may never be acceptable enough. Plus, even she's just an innocent bystander, Kara's somehow been tangled in this. She got injured at the scene of the shooting, she might've just seen person or persons of interest, she could've identified them to the cops, she could've --

"Well...I'm waiting," my contact snapped me back to our conversation.

"I-i'll be checking my mom at Kentwood Med, she needs to get her liver checked out... excessive vodka, you know..." I lied.

"Uh-huh..." And my contact doesn't seem to buy it, "We'll be fetching you there, then..."

That's it. This fella didn't wait to hear my protests and hung up on me. This can't be good. This is bad..

But I'm in too deep in this group now, being a middle man, ear on the streets, courier, lookout, getaway driver... whatever the job calls for so long as I get paid. And there's no easy way out for the likes of me in this mess...

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