Live-In One (MorMor)

Testing and Tempers

[Quick A/N: Apologies for the long wait on this chapter, life has just been a bit busy lately. I'll be trying to update more frequently for you guys! Thank you for the reads, votes, and sweet comments. You guys always make my day better!]

It had been nearly a week since Sebastian's little 'meeting' with the notorious criminal, and there was still no word from him. It was almost like it was some sort of bad dream. The gunman went back to his regular way of living, since you couldn't really call his life 'normal' and kept an eye out in case the criminal were to somehow contact him.

Not a lot went on for those days. Life was slow, just how it always was. There were no new jobs, no new crimes, no new anything. The only thing Sebastian did do throughout those days was drinking and watching crap telly. He went out to a few pubs here and there, but nothing too special.

His way of living was in no way healthy, but he could care less about it. He only cared about his job. The work that he did was more than just a job, though. More than just making a quick buck. It was a way of living for him. He thrived off of it. He loved it.

A cigarette hung loosely from the man's lips, carelessly blowing toxic smoke into the already polluted air. One of his arms dangled almost lifelessly over the arm rest of the couch as he watched whatever was on the telly. Since life had become so boring and slow, Sebastian had almost forgotten about the whole 'meeting' he had about a week ago. Which was why he was somewhat surprised when his cell phone had begun ringing.

The man glanced away from the television and down at the coffee table. With a small grunt, he sat up and scooped up the phone in his hand, glancing at the contact information.

Blocked Number

The two words on the screen made Sebastian frown. Though soon enough, after a couple more rings, he picked it up.

"Hello?" He questioned, a cautious tone in his voice.

The other end was silent for a couple seconds before a familiar voice rang through his ears. "Good morning Sebastian." The voice purred through the device. It sent a chill down his spine. The familiar accent of the man he was supposed to kill a little under a week ago, now rang through his head. It took a few moments for Sebastian to genuinely realize what was going on.

"How.. The hell did you get my phone number?" He heard himself asking. The man on the other end simply let out a chuckle.

"Come downstairs and perhaps I'll tell you." He paused before adding, "Don't forget to bring a gun." Sebastian could practically feel his cockiness through the device against his ear.

Before he could respond however, the call ended.

"For fuck's sake." The man hissed under his breath, stubbing his cigarette out in a nearby ash tray. He ran a hand through his hair before tossing his leather jacket over his shoulder. He quickly slipped a pistol into his pocket, along with his keys and began to walk out of his flat. His jacket held a few spare weapons as well, just in case.

Sebastian walked slowly out of his flat, seeing a sleek black car parked and running in front of his home.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." He muttered under his breath with a sigh.

Upon exiting his flat, a man, presumably the driver, came over and opened the right passenger's side door. Sebastian paused for a moment, eyeing the criminal who calmly sat on the left side of the car, tapping away on his phone.

He took slow and cautious steps, eventually making it over to the car and slipping inside. He kept his posture perfectly straight, awaiting the criminal to make some sort of move.