Come At Me B****

Chapter 18

THIS IS WHY I DON'T SOCIALISE

Conversation (noun)

1. the use of speech for informal exchange of views or ideas or information etc.

~ CHRISTIAN ~

After Marcella and Rocco had kidnapped Raven, Dagger and Enzo were staring at me.

"What the fuck do you want?" I growl. Enzo then looks at Dagger.

"So like... have you fucked?" I burst out laughing and shake my head.

"Have you guys fucked?" I retort. They look at each other, and Enzo turns red. Oh mio, they have, haven't they? "Wait so how long have you been together?" I ask curiously.

Dagger scratch his head, "2 years, right Enzo," he mumbles while Enzo nods. How did I not find out?

Sneaky bitches.

"So how did you meet? It's not exactly like we're friends," I say in a threatening voice. Enzo and Dagger look at each other and smile warmly...

"Well..."

2 years ago...

That particular day had started off with a chilly winter morning. Not unusual for America (SIDE NOTE: I actually have no idea what the weather is like in America), Christian had been bossing his younger brother Enzo around and teasing his 12-year-old sister Carina.

When dark fell, they would be raiding the Russian mafia, after a small misunderstanding had carried out between the Italian's and them.

Romeo Ricci had failed to come up with the most thought-through plan, but he knew his sons could improvise well. After all, they were his blood.

Lorenzo hadn't been in the mood to do any funny business because someone very evil had stolen his chocolate, and what made matters worse was that no one wanted to admit it.

He, of course, had his suspicions on a various someone named Christian Ricci... Oh, look at me blabbering on! Let's skip to the juicy part, shall we?

"Enzo, hack into the mainframe security, make sure we have a 5-minute window," Enzo rolled his eyes, unamused by the bossiness coming from his thief of a brother Christian.

He was hitting the keys extra hard, to signal how mad he was but Christian didn't even notice.

"There, done," Enzo says with formality. his brother nods in approval and hands him a gun. They both step out of the car and cock their pistols.

Christian holds his finger to his ear, "Louis, do you copy?" There's a slight pause, "Is the main entrance secure?" Another pause.

"Isaac and Nate, do you copy?" Christian ask, "Are both sides scoped out?"

Fast forward a little further into the night...

"Enzo! TAKE THE FUCKING SHOT!" Christian screams from afar. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of his face, he couldn't kill him. He couldn't kill the son of the Russian Glava, no matter how much feud was between them...

Looking into his eyes now while he was injured bleeding, he couldn't fucking do it. Everyone knew what Kuznetsov had done to Daggers mother, and how Dagger hated him for it. He didn't deserve to die...

Enzo and the son of the Glava were staring each other conversing with their eyes. Enzo raises the gun, bracing for the guilt.

Pew pew.

Christian and Enzo were sitting in their car, basked in a tense silence.

"Why did you hesitate?" Christian asks softly... Enzo doesn't answer instead he sinks further in the chair.