Jason McCann: Forgive

14

The atmosphere was tense as soon as Jason and his members step into the training grounds, where all of my members were.  Wary glances were thrown which way and a deathly silence fell upon everyone.

"McCann and his group will be staying with us for the time being. A truce has been made and I expect everyone to act in the Mauvaise Chiennes way."

Everyone nods at my words and I turn to Jason.

"Feel free to train with us or what not.  As they say, mi casa es tu casa.  Plus we do have a truce now so it would seem rather rude of me to make you guys stay cooped up in some secluded area, unfortunately."

The silence that follows causes me to internally cringe. Why the fuck have I turned into a sappy pussy?

Walking away with a deadly glare on my face I rush to the battle room.

Only a few bodies are around the table and I scan each one quickly with my eyes before sneaking up on them.

"Change of plans"

They all shout and turn with their guns raised and I raise a brow in return. My glare hadn't left my face yet.

"What the actual fuck do you think your doing?"

They all turn pale and I could feel a sadistic smirk slide its way onto my face as their faces pale tremendously.

"Boss!-we - ..I ...sorry...."

Their mumbling only thrills me more and I tilt my head to the side.

"Your getting fidgety for the wrong reason. Your guns are on safety and I'm going to have to kill you"

The words had barely left my lips when I threw myself at them head on.

It didn't last very long. I easily twisted ones head and the next two were punched in their throats.

"Taylor handle this"

I could already feel her behind me so I stepped to the side to allow her to come in and get the bodies with the two men behind her.

"This is my strategy room. We just created a truce so your welcome to check it out. Of course our files and such are forbidden because who the fuck is that nice?"

I don't really pay attention anymore to see if their listening. I want to end the tour and focus on bigger issues.

"You'll get the hang of it eventually. Now let's get down to business. Here is the note that was sent to us."

Placing the bloodied paper on the center of the table I frown as soon as they pull out one very similar to mine, it even seemed to be made from the same fucking sheet of paper based on the way the rips connected.

Their letter said the same thing as ours except
it seemed to be more vague and a little bit on the wild side.

Well that was no fucking help at all.

I'm just about to toss both papers across the room when I freeze midway.

Lifting them in the air and putting them together I come to face with words that were written in invisible ink.

Reading them quietly I pass the papers to Jason and his team while barley containing my pent up anger

This was war. Plain and simple.

The fucking bastards!

My eye twitches and I slam my fist down onto the table.

McCann makes a weird sort of growl and I hear the paper being crushed. My eyes were clenched shut as I tried to reign in my anger.  There could be of mistakes and if we went out there blindly that's what would happen. 

Opening my eyes ones again slowly I see McCann glaring at the map and his members behind him with hidden fear. 

Pussies.

Sighing I pushback the anger.  "Hell hath no fury on a woman scorned"

My mind started coming up with different scenarios of how this could turn out and how the note actually got this far. 

"Change every bolt and alarm in this place Taylor. Take two people with you. Ones you trust. I'll do the secrect hideouts."

This was it. The final test to see just how far I've come in building a gang from the bottom up and taking over someone elses.

All the deaths, all the wars. It all comes down to this.

You only leave once.

If your reading this it means you might have a brain after all.  I'm coming. There will be no warning other than this. No threat. No letter. Just this note. I don't think there is a way to be prepared. See you soon Cassie aka Selena. And Jason aka Justin.