THE VICKERS

Chapter 28

The sun was setting on another Sunday evening. The streets were scarce. Most people were at the home with their families, having dinner, bonding over their favourite television show or playing games.

But not Devin, he was standing in a putrid alleyway awaiting Marcus' arrival. Pat lit another cigarette and blew the smoke at the windshield. It bounced off the glass and temporarily blocked the view of the alley. 

Devin couldn't believe this was who they sent to help him find Dahlia. They had fought before and Devin had easily taking him and his buddy down in the bathroom. He could see the bruising on his jaw now that he sat next to him. If Devin could beat him up then, what help would he be now?

Better than none at all he thought.

Devin got out of the car and texted Marcus again, after texting Darius to tell him he was still alive. Devin knew his brother was probably pacing back and forth. He couldn't answer Darius' messages before. He needed his head clear. When Darius didn't respond or answer his call, he decided he would go back to the warehouse, after seeing Marcus. Marcus wasn't responding either.

Devin's head ached. He ignored the lightheadedness that came with it and the blurriness that came with each throb. No one was answering and it worried him.

"What's the hold up?" Patrick called out.

Devin rolled his eyes. "We gotta go." There was no point in staying here and waiting. Though Marcus said she was still alive, that could change in an instant. 

"You're wasting my time punk," Patrick said behind a puff of smoke. 

Devin got back in the car, slamming the door. "Just fucking drive."

"You are so fucking lucky the boss said I shouldn't kill you"

Devin snickered. He reserved the comment about Patrick's bruised jaw. 

"Where we going?" he said pulling out of the alley.

"Just drive." 

Patrick's grip tightened around the steering wheel. He muttered under his breath.

"So fuckin lucky"

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Not long after, they pulled up in front of Marcus' house. Devin got out of the car as soon as it stopped. The bottom of the sun sat on the horizon. It would be dark soon. He had to move fast. 

"You brought me to a cops house? You fuckin stupid?" Patrick whined as he clambered out of the car. 

"You don't have to come. You can be a lil bitch and stay in the car," Devin said as he walked up to the porch. 

Patrick took a few deep breaths. "Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Don't kill him"

"Relax, he knows where Dahlia is." Devin attempted to quell Patrick's nerves. He was more of a pussy than his fourteen-year-old brother. Not that Darius could be called that. He was braver than Devin most times. Devin checked his phone again, still no response from Darius. 

Patrick pulled out his gun. Devin was about to knock but the door was ajar. Patrick was behind him, radiating nervous energy.

"Would you calm the fuck down?" he was getting annoyed. 

"I don't like fucking cops". Devin shook his head.

"Stay out here then" Devin pushed the door slightly. It creaked open. He listened for movement. There was none.  He pushed it open a little more and stepped in slowly and guardedly.