Old and New

Chapter-9

DEANS POV.  THE DAY BEFORE.

  "So, why are you here Dylan?" I asked darkly, circling the man before us.

  We were cold hearted and stone faced. To them, we didn't have any emotion.

  However, with Lana, we were the exact opposite.

  "I'm just asking for a little more time." He pleaded.

   I looked at Vincent and nodded.

Dylan now had a gun to his head, while Vincent had that exact gun in his hand.

  "W-Wait!"

"Yes?" I asked as I watched the man cower in fear as the cold metal pressed against his head.

"I have information!"

"And what might that be?"

"I heard that the Vegas are planning on attacking soon."

I nodded at Vincent to pull the gun away.

"Where did you hear that?" I pressed.

"From the leader himself."

Oh no.

A large smile grew on his face as the door was kicked down.

In entered a large group of men.

The Vegas.

Damn it.

"Dylan here, decided to do some business with us." Spoke Ryan Vega, the head of that family.

I glared down at Dylan, who was now laughing.

"Don't worry boys, I'll be sure to tell that little sister of yours the awful news. That her brothers are dead." Ryan chuckled as he and his men pulled out their weapons of choice.

Rule number one, Don't ever talk about a Vinati woman in front of Vinati men.

More specifically, not our moms, daughters, or sisters in front of her brothers.

I turned around to face my brothers.

They looked ready to kill, and I knew they were.

"Are we really going to let him talk about our girl like that?" I asked them.

"Hell No." Gritted Axel.

"You're going to die." Said Vincent.

"We will see you all in hell." Said Damon, as if he already knew what was about to go down.

And with that, I aimed my gun at the light switch.

"Lights out."

I shot the gun and heard the sound of it hitting something.

  The lights went out, and we got to work.

They couldn't see us, but we could sense them.

The only light illuminating the room was that of the rounds being shot, casting flashes of orange.

   Screams of pain were heard, and none of them belonged to us.

  Good, we are doing our job right.

Soon enough, no more shots were being fired.

Axel turned on the backup circuit, and the room was once again filled with light.

   The bodies of our enemies were scattered on the floor, but Ryan was no where to be found.

   "Damn it." Damon cursed.

"He knows about Lana. That means someone tipped him off."

   "There are few people who kn-," Damon's sentence was cut off by a gun shot.

  He fell to the floor as blood seeped from his side.

   Looking around the room, I only saw one breathing thing left.

  Not for long.

Dylan had a gun raised at me, ready to shoot.

But I got him first.

Now he had another hole in his head.

"Oliver, we need you at the office now." Vincent spoke into his phone.

    "What? What do you mean the roads are closed? This is New York for crying out loud!"

He threw his phone at the wall.

"We will have to take him home."

"No no no no no. Lana can't see me like this!"

"If she asks, we tell her that we have a well known business. Every business has its enemies." I simply explained.

"I'll bring the car, you two just load him up please."

"Who taught Lana how to do that?" Damon said from his bed.

Vincent and I were told to bring him water and toast.

"I have no idea. She looked like she's seen it before." Said Vincent.

His phone buzzed.

"Oh. Uh, Erica is coming over later." He said sheepishly.

"Nope. Not happening." I dismissed.

"If I stop seeing her, then her dad will close all business with us. We can never have too many allies."

"We have plenty. We can afford to lose one."

It's true.

We are one of the strongest families in the country.

"Oh come on guys."

"Vincent, if you keep seeing her, god knows what's going to happen. She's just so-,"

"Bitchy, winy, annoying." I finished Damon's sentence for him.

"Yes." He agreed.

"We have bigger things to worry about in life." Vincent defended.

"That is true." I sighed as I got up and paced around the room.

"What the hell has Lana gone through?"

They have a bit of a dark side, eh?