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Cabernet Sauvignon

A silence lingered around, harrowing and growing tenser by the second. Igor's palms itched for a cigarette. He stood there, gunless and Brutus held his gun over Raffael's head. The man was jittering but he tried to stay still. Dimitri was waiting for everything to blow up. Because it will. He knew it, Kaila knew, and Igor definitely knew it too. The moment they stepped into Lion Palace, they knew something like this was bound to happen.

"So you better apologize now," Brutus growled, not moving an inch from his place.

Raffael wasn't smiling anymore, he couldn't. He hissed.

"Pezzo demmerda." Raffael swallowed. "Fottuta checca der cazzo. Troia."

Brutus arched an eyebrow. "I don't speak Italian, but that didn't sound nice."

"Fine!" Raffael rubbed his nose nodding in annoyance. "Fine, I'll apologize." Laila was enjoying the entire episode, swallowing the vintage wine as the cat walked around her feet. Bullet wasn't bothered about his owner. From what Laila could understand, the cat won't even miss him if he died. Brutus slowly pocketed the gun back, piercing his gaze as Raffael apologized. His stomach churned watching the older man beg for mercy. Laila felt coils low in her stomach as she watched Brutus stare within her soul.

Note to self: Awkward hot computer guy was good with guns.

The group got up, proceeding back to the main hall. They still needed to get out of there. Getting a family or group to hire Laila and Brutus wasn't Dimitri's intention. He wanted to show them that they were reckless. They had no consequences to bear, so they acted on instinct. Raffael's mouth ran dry but he still managed to spill a few words.

"This isn't over. No matter how hard you try, that bitch and his whore will always be in danger. Kazan speaks but it will scream about you."

Laila scoffed. "Kazan can do whatever the fuck she wants. I never liked this bitch of a city anyways." She walked away.

"And we're taking the cat."
"We are!?"
"Not now Brutus."

The group walked at a brisk pace, almost as if they were rushing. The hall was the same as they left it, a few men drunk and passed out, the rest with new people. The trainees were chartered, most of them happy and some not expressing any emotion. The cat was walking around Brutus's feet, following him smoothly without any sound. Kaila pulled Dimitri along with her saying that they're "taking a bathroom break." Igor just crashed on the first sofa he saw, reaching for his Winston packet. He offered one to Brutus as Brutus pulled out his lighter, both smoking in silence.

Laila was resting down, her fur coat covering her bare arms. It was getting cold and the central heater wasn't keeping her warm enough. As if the cat understood, he jumped on her lap, stamping its paws before snuggling to sleep. It let out a soft meow before closing its eyes.

"AYE, I don't want your fur on my Baby Cashmere." The cat just purred in response, not even opening its eyes.

Laila sighed out loud, rolling her eyes over the cat. A waiter made his way towards the girl as she composed her back. The waiter bought a fruity Viniq, probably Cabernet Sauvignon. He bent towards her as the girl gave a questionable look.

"The man across the room ordered it for you. He also sent a note."

Laila picked up the glass and note, reading its contents before tasting the vodka.

"Ignorant as always I see, watch your back between the groups of sharks."

Blyad.

Laila sprung from the sofa, jerking the cat to hiss at her. She rushed across the room, searching for a familiar. It was as if her body was on fire, her throat choking on every breath. She bumped into a man, then another, then a woman. She kept excusing and moving across the hall till she saw him. He gave her a smirk, sitting in his car as it drove away.