Poisoned Waters | ✓

|𝟑𝟐| "𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞"

   𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐄 strut with authority, West following at his heel, into the meeting room with Angelo, Joseph and Jasmine waiting with Dixon from the Drifters. Since arriving at Valta, Mack was throwing around his power as if he owned the place. West, knowing no other way to act, followed suit. It was a little ironic altogether considering that the men were essentially begging for hospitality from Angelo, but weren't even able to respect him enough for his decency.

   Arriving late to their meeting about the war that they wanted to commence, Angelo just sighed, allowing Dixon to scold them on his behalf. "Youse really do love to waste everyone's fuckin' time, don't ya'?" he scoffed. He'd passed by not too long ago with his posse to ensure that the Ascots had gotten their end of the deal, the crates of ammunition, that they were going to collect at a later date. This time, however, he was on his own and was simply intrigued by these new arrivals and wanted to see what he could get out of them.

   "I come at my own time. Besides, are you even meant to be part of this meeting?" Mack crossed his arms.

   "I thought I'd see who is trying to trouble my little Valtans over here," Dixon grinned widely, Joseph rolled his eyes. This man didn't give a flying fuck about anyone but himself.

   "Well, don't get in my way. We need to plan a strategy for how we're going to attack, since Noah wants to let everyone know that his balls have finally fucking dropped." Mack started.

   Jasmine lightly laughed to herself but refrained from commenting on irony of it all, when Angelo corrected her with a nudge as West menacingly looked in her direction.

   "We're going to use those crates of ammo that we gave you, go in guns blazing while you Robin Hood's can aid from the top of buildings. We need to be on the offense and get as close to Everwinter as we can." West explained. Dixon instantly pulled a face, getting onto his feet and walking over to the men in his cowboy boots.

   "I hope you ain't talking about the ammo crates that are mine."

   "Those crates came from Everwinter so they're ours, whether you like it or not, mate," Mack retorted, facing Dixon also.

   "Don't 'mate' me. I had a deal with Angelina over there for those ammo crates, no matter if he pulled them from his fuckin' arse, they're for my Drifters after doing your damn dirty work and getting my man killed!" Drawing closer and closer with every venomous word, Dixon spat each syllable into Mack's face.

   "Get out of my face before I kill you too." Mack calmly began.

   "Try me, motherfucker." the Drifter lowly challenged.

    "Okay, we need to calm this down, I think—" Angelo started, standing from his seat. Suddenly, West stepped in by raising his pistol.

   "Step the fuck back," he threatened, holding the gun up to Dixon's forehead. Everyone else also flew from their seats, as Dixon began laughing. "you're going to take a step back and shut your fucking mouth, because I really don't mind emptying my chamber into your fucking skull, like your mate."

   "West—" Joseph stepped forward with Angelo, ready to intercept the argument. West's swung his arm, the gun pointed right between his eyes as he threatened him as well. Joseph nervously stood down, falling back into his seat. He helplessly watched Mack and West focus on Dixon who slowly backed up.

   "You ain't gotta wave no gun around, bruv, I'm just taking what's mine." Dixon said calmly.

   "If that's what gonna happen, then you aren't going anywhere." Mack replied just as calmly. Angelo was anticipating the worst, he was sure that the imbecile was going to shoot the gun—he'd already released the bloody safety. He decided it was best to just make sure that the people he cared about were safe.