Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙤

           "Fucking asshole!". Charles cursed, the empty mug of coffee flying through his office and breaking against the wall where it was thrown to. Papers flew off his desk and he was visibly as heated as he felt like. His fingers were clenched around his phone as he was holding the picture of Jules with Gabriel on his screen. "Charles? Are you still there?". Sebastian's voice sounded through the speaker next. "I am". Charles growled. "We are ready to move if you are". Charles had called Sebastian for help as soon as he received the call about Gabriel holding Joanne and her class as hostages. He was gathering his crew and their equipment, the Land Rovers were loaded outside on the terrain. "We need to move fast because I can't hold my temper long enough and I dearly want to break every single fucking bone in his body". Charles snarled and ended the call, pushing his phone in his pocket while he rumbled in his desk drawer for the gun he always used when they were out for war. Because this time it meant war and Gabriel had started it himself.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins and fueling his anger. A part of him was scared that Joanne and his children would get hurt, but the other side of him was boiling and he wanted to shoot all of the bullets he had into Gabriel's body. "Charles, what is the plan right now?". Pierre walked through the hallway with him, keeping up with his large steps. "Kill that son of a bitch and make sure the kids are safe". Charles growled, the steam nearly blowing from his ears. "That's not a plan". "It is a plan, now shut up and do as I say!". Charles hissed and Pierre drew his gun from his pocket, pointing it at him. Everyone went silent, including Charles himself. "Take a breath and talk us through". Pierre put his weapon down as their boss finally seemed to realize that going in hot-headed wasn't going to get Joanne, Liam and Jules out alive. "Two snipers on the roof". Charles started, figuring the doors of the school would be guarded.

"Mick and Marcus are coming in with me. They want me and the money. We want to negotiate if they take ten milion first, let out the kids and then want to take the other half". Charles summed up. "Pierre, you and Sebastian will get to the side of the school to see if the windows can be opened and we can guide out the other children safely. Put trackers on their cars so we can see where they go if they get to escape. Let me repeat myself that Joanne is pregnant and there are children. As much as I... As we-...". Charles sighed deeply to calm the raging feeling in his chest. "As much as we want to shoot the fuckers and put them six feet under, we have to remind ourselves that there are children involved". Charles said. "But also keep in the back of your head that to win any battle, you have to fight like you're already dead. This will be dangerous. Nevertheless I expect your full strength. We have been in the shadows of the Monegasque Mafia, but it is time we climb back on the top step and show some others that there's only one king on the throne". Battle-ready sounds emerged from his crew next and Charles marched his way outside, getting into the car with Mick and Marcus.

The way to the school was tense and silent. Nobody said or asked something. All of the men were connected by a microfone and an earpiece. The cars were loaded with weapons and the bag of money was sitting next to him. Charles needed to empty his emergency locker with money and if Gabriel would get away with this, his crew would get in serious trouble. His fingers curled into his palm and his knuckels cracked when he formed a fist. The suit he was wearing had blades on the side, ready to use if his gun would be empty. Mick stopped the car at the school and they got out. The gate of the school was guarded and two of Gabriel's men opened the gate when Charles arrived. He looked down at them. One of the guards spat on the floor and Charles' hand curled around his collar, but the other guard already loaded his gun and pointed it at his head. Charles slowly let go of the asshole and walked further, the hot breath of the guard nearly sensible in his neck. The school was quiet when the doors were opened and the guards led them in. Which each step they came closer to the classroom where Joanne and the kids were.