Struggles with the kill

Chapter 4

Justin Bieber

My hands were squeezing the steering wheel of my car. I was nervous. It was our first meeting after three months of being able to do what the fuck we wanted. And today it was going to get back to normal again.

Steve and Carl did tell us that this year we would try to get another person to work with us. That's rare, we don't like new people, because mostly of the time new people means change. And we all prefer it the way it is now.

I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to focus on the road ahead of me. My phone screen lit up and a familiar ring tone broke the comfortable silence inside the car. I looked at the caller ID. Ryan.

"Hey man," I answered my phone.

"Yo, dude you are late." He stated. What? I was ten minutes early.

"No I am not. Don't fuck around with me Butler." I grinned and he laughed.

"You know me so well. But anyway, you are going to be shitting yourself when I tell you about last night." He said and I frowned.

"How was the clubbing?" I asked, curious. I wanted to know what I had missed out on.

"Can't tell ya bro. Gotta go, see ya soon!" And the line went dead. Converstations like this were usual between me and Ryan. We were both easy talkers and wore our hearts on our sleeves.

It was raining like crazy, which was odd for this time of the year. It was one of the last days of summer holiday for high schools.

I arrived at the gym which Steve and Carl owned and parked my car. I got out of it and it felt as if I was standing underneath a waterfall. The rain was pouring down on me and I was totally soaked within a matter of seconds. I locked my car and quickly walked into the gym.

It still feels weird to be entering a gym at midnight with bodyguards standing in front of the door. I nodded at them and they returned my greeting.

Once I was inside, I immediately went to the closet where the extra towels were stocked and dried my face and hair. Then I went into the main hall where I saw all familiar faces and grinned. These guys were like my brothers.

I looked around the marble hall, dimmed light was shining from expensive chandeliers above us and I took a seat at the long dark wooden table. Second on the left from the head of the table, my spot for as long as I can remember.

Once everybody had arrived Steve stood up and looked around us. He was pleased with everybody being on time. Steve hated late comers.

"Welcome back. I think I can say home sweet home. After a 3 month rest I hope you guys have not forgotten how to shoot." Everybody laughed slightly at his witty statement because the shooting is in our blood and he knew that.

"So I'd like you all to get your gun and go to the training centre and show me you aren't a dip shit." We all walked to the concrete training centre. There were 8 dummies, neatly on a row with spaces of two metres between each of them.

Lined up next to each other, we position ourselves to shoot and wait for Steve to tell us to. "Cameron, Ryan you guys can come with me." He said. I glanced at Cameron and Ryan who looked confused. Steve always speaks to everybody at the same time.

As Cameron and Ryan leave the room we start to shoot, with Carl looking after us. I hit the dummy every time, all of us do. We are in this business for so long, hitting a not moving object is like walking for us.

We are called back to the hall to speak about the main goal for this year. We always do that at the beginning of the year, we set a goal and that is our main priority as a gang and all the other small jobs are extra.