The Kingpin

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Rafael

  "Thought you knew not to come around here. We already had one go."

The smirk on his face was enough to make anyone else back off, but not Rafa.

"We did, and you probably didn't make any appearances to your 'girls' for a few days. Can't have them seeing their go-between bruised up. Right?"

Daveed took a few steps forward toward the other man, his hand moving slowly back toward the waistband of his jeans. He huffs out a laugh before saying, "She isn't yours- Amelia, I mean. She's been mine from the jump and we both know."

"And you know she isn't why I'm here. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back." He must think Rafael a fool, as if he couldn't see the hand moving back toward what was presumably a weapon.

But Rafa was faster, and drew his before Daveed. "I just want the shipment, it ain't gotta be anything too personal." His trigger finger twitched at being so close to ending it all for the man in front of him.

"I want Amelia back. You bring her to me, get her to come back, 'n you have your crates."

"That would be fine if I had her against her will. But I don't, she loves what I give her. Guaranteed."

It happens in a split second. Daveed's knuckles crash against Rafael's jaw, almost rattling his teeth in their place. He pushes the man backward after trying to recover from the blow.

"Bitch boy!" Daveed shouts just as the air is knocked out of his lungs in two swift jabs. His head seems to fly backwards as another hit is delivered to his own jaw.

He manages to reverse the situation, and has Rafael pinned to the ground with impact after impact being taken in all places. He hits wherever he can get in at while the man below him thrashes viciously.

Rafa grabs the Daveed's wrists and digs in before managing to shove a knee into his stomach, throwing him to the side. This is his chance; he straddles Daveed and begins to punch like a crazed man. Hit after hit is delivered to his face as the blood coats his knuckles and clothing.

He hears something in the distance, like a muffled echo, but can't seem to make himself stop. He feels himself being yanked backwards, and then his back cracks against the concrete floor. The cough that escapes him makes the blood in his mouth way more noticeable.

Another man is standing over him now but doesn't stay this way for long because he shoves both legs out in hopes of reaching something. The man above him staggers and Rafael is back up in a heartbeat, throwing and dodging hits to his face, ribs, stomach- anything the other man can reach.

His threat is down in mere minutes, covered in blood and face almost unrecognizable as the victor stands over him. Rafael's breath comes out in pants as he slowly looks over to where he had left Daveed.

He had propped himself up against a crate and had the silver aimed at Rafa. His own breathing was ragged, almost empty but at the sight of the other man, he allowed himself a chuckle. Finally, Daveed thought. He gets to go in the ground.

"She'll be dead if you pull the trigger." Rafael growled, showing red stained teeth in an expression that, for all intents and purposes, could've even been a grin.

Daveed's mouth fell open and the gun once ready to be fired now resided on the concrete after a heavy thud. He simply watched as the man still standing motioned for another to enter. He remained in shock as the two men conversed in what seemed to be casual Spanish while carrying out crates upon crates of the illegally intercepted weapons.