Two; The Wrong Brother

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I gave one last glance at my watch as I stood outside the warehouse my brother had instructed me to be at and, judging by the screams which were coming from the inside, I could only assume Parker must have started without me.

He did like to get ahead of himself. It's when he did that the problems arose and he got himself right in the middle of everything, it's then that he ended up in the police station for twenty-four hours to answer their barrage of questions.

He was always released without being charged. Though that could happen a whole lot quicker if I could be bothered to get down to the station the moment he phoned me, telling me that he was there; but I was something of a wanker and wanted him to have some sort of punishment for the deed which he dragged me into with him.

As I strolled towards the door, I felt the slight rain drop hitting me on my cheek and I couldn't help but smile a little. It had been so long since we last had rain that it was welcome surprise for the day, but that was the last thing on my mind right now.

I was here for work, not to admire the weather we had all been waiting for. I was here to support my idiot older brother in his quest to ensure he got away with selling drugs; though I decided it was for the best if he didn't tell me which drugs he was selling.

I probably would have killed him before the end of our meeting together had he told me exactly what he had gotten himself into this time.

"Ah. Nice of you to join us brother." Parker grinned like an idiot the moment I pushed open the rusted door, it was close to falling off its hinges and the moment this was over he should get someone to deal with that for him. I wouldn't want someone walking on him while he's breaking the law in every way possible.

"Yeah. I was admiring the view." I muttered sarcastically, weighing up the victim in front of me.

Parker and his gang of fools standing around the room, admiring what they had already done without me around to show them how it was supposed to be done.

A black eye, a bruised cheek, a cut or six to the neck and, oh, it was impossible to miss the gun shot to the knee. I mentally sighed and reminded myself that I needed to have words with my brother after this was done, I needed to tell him that shooting the guy in the knee caps was so old school and was never going to get him anywhere.

"What do you have for me this time then brother?" I finally spoke up, breaking the silence which had fallen over the entirety of the place.

"Markus Nilson. Head of Security. Seems to think he has the right to bad mouth, not only myself, but also the rest of our family; including our late father." Parker explained. I couldn't help but notice the sadistic smile on his face though, there was something which told me he was enjoying this a whole lot more than he should have been.

"Oh. Would you care to enlighten me as to what he has said about our family?" I aske quickly never taking me eyes off Mr Nilson as he glared at me intently from the chair which he was tied to.

"Where would you like me to begin?" Parker smiled.

"Or perhaps the words would be better coming from the mouth of you, Markus?" I urged, stopping myself from walking up and down the length of the room so to come to a halt in front of Markus.

I could see the fear in his eyes as he made contact with me, he was close to the brin of tears; though being trained in the highest level of security he would know not to show neither weakness nor emotion.

"J-just le-et me go. Pl-please." he begged, allowing his fear to slip through the mask he was so accustomed to wearing.

"That's a nasty wound you've got there," I paused for a moment as I walked over to him and applied some pressure to the gun wound in his knee. That was all it took for his cries to fill the room once again and for his tears to be on the brink of falling. "I would hate for it to become infected."

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