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Well great, it was pouring. Everything was getting drenched, and so orders had been given to move everything inside. Warehouses were being opened to move vehicles inside and palettes they hadn't gotten around to moving yet, were being moved inside. HQ was a big pile of chaos and mess. But, there was still a meeting to be held. So after she'd given out her orders for the day, which was just to move everything inside, she'd gathered the group of men and loaded up in three vehicles. And they were off.
All were dressed in black and all had weapons on them. Some were visible and some were not. But regardless they were all armed. They were hoping the meeting would go smoothly and weapons would not have to be pulled. But this was the mafia they were dealing with. They didn't expect it to go pretty. Or smoothly, that's why she'd brought so many "You know the drill. I'm the only who speaks." She was speaking to the men in her vehicle as well as the other ones, using a walkie talkie. "Don't speak unless I give the order. We need this alliance and we need this money. We do this deal right and we'll become pretty much untouchable."
Looks were exchanged. The idea was to boost their way upward, this alliance would help. And the money income would help as well. The only thing was, she had to make sure that they came out on top. That the mafia was working for them, and not the other way around. She'd hate to lose this alliance, but she wasn't going to work for anyone else. That wasn't how it was going to go.
They pull up to the meeting place, but no one gets out. They'd let the other ones show themselves first, they weren't about to be shot down as they got out. Let the others appear first.
"Boss." Grey eyes flicker towards the shadows on the other side of the clearing, and then figures start to emerge. "Let's go boys." Doors open and men start filing out. Viper comes out last, emerging as the rain pelts down. It was going to be an interesting meeting. Already everyone was soaked to the bone and they'd been outside for mere seconds. Doors slam shut and with Viper leading the way, the group heads over.
Meeting in the middle, about ten feet away from each other, the two groups come to a halt. Silence. They were sizing each other up. "If it isn't the legendary Viper." A cold smile flashes across her lips,"And if it isn't the infamous King Kong." Why he was nicknamed that? He was large and bulkier and aggressive.
(No problem! And glad you are doing better! Hope it continues to get better^^) |
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Upon finally reaching the bar, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, a slight frown on his face. Dion was immediately met with the sound of Mickey's voice coming from over by the bar, “Ha! You look like a drowned rat!”
With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back a bit as he walked over to the bar and leaned on the counter while muttering, “I didn't expect it to rain this heavily.”
“Hey! Get your wet self off my counter,” Mickey swatted at the wet man’s arms, causing Dion to stand up straight while chuckling softly, “My shift ends soon and Sawyer is coming soon I think, idiot never shows up on time.”
“Your shift? Oh right, you work here, I forget sometimes,” Dion teased as he took his jacket off and hung it over a chair on a nearby table, “I’ll go downstairs and find a towel. Keys?” The tall man turned around and looked at Mickey again who threw him his keys, which Dion caught easily, “Thanks.”
There wasn't a match tonight and overall the bar was very empty, probably due to the weather, there were a handful of regulars but nothing more. With quick steps, the red-haired man made his way over to the door leading downstairs and unlocked it before heading down into the basement. Being down there when there weren't matches made you realize just how big the basement really was, he reached for the light switch and flicked on the light, it could look so small when there was a whole crowd of people down there.
He made his way into the changing rooms where the towels were kept and he grabbed one before using it to try and dry himself off as much as possible. Thanks to his jacket, the tank top he was wearing was dry but it was different story when it came to his pants and due to the fact that there weren't many people in the bar, he briefly consider taking them off and letting them dry but instead he figured that they’d dry while on him and that after a few drinks he wouldn't mind.
After getting himself as dry as possible, he threw the towel in, what he assumed was, the laundry basket and began to walk back upstairs. He made sure to turn the lights off behind him and once upstairs again, to lock the basement door before giving back the keys to Mickey and looking around the bar again.
“Still no Sawyer, is he even coming?” Dion asked, he wouldn't mind it if the man didn't show, definitely not. The man was loud and rude, and not in the way that Mickey could be rude, Mickey was rude in a more joking manner while Sawyer was just plain rude.
“He’ll be here, he’s getting free liquor, of course he's coming,” Mickey chuckled as he poured Dion and himself a glass to drink, “We can always start without him.” |
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The deal had been made. An alliance had been formed and she had made sure that her gang came out on top. Even if the mafia was bigger and more powerful, she was in charge now. That would boost them up well. They were going to be unstoppable. Now, the only thing left was to arrange a few more alliances and get that fighter to be her bodyguard. Already she could have sworn she'd seen people or vehicles in the woods of the roads they had taken to the meeting. She would have to be incredibly careful. And persuade the fighter to guard her.
They were on their way back to base now, the cars moving swiftly down the road. The rain was still coming down and Viper could only hope that all of the important things had been moved inside. She wished she had known about the rain, but it had just hit with no warning.
The cars finally pull into base and then into the garages where the rest of them were parked. The base looked empty, everything had been moved inside and no doubt everyone was inside hiding from the rain. After the garage had been closed everyone hurries inside. Viper sending the men off with orders to gather everyone in the large empty room where they held the meetings for the whole gang.
Viper went to change. Simply changing into dry black clothes. They were almost identical to the ones she had worn to the meeting. But she did have a lot of clothes that were alike. But it did not take her long to change and soon she was on her way to the large room. Already she could see her people moving towards it.
She enters, already a third of the gang was there and only seconds after she had entered the rest of them file in. Viper gathers their attention and starts talking. "The alliance had been made. We came out on top. We control them, and they have no control over us." There were nods, that was good. "We will continue to move upward. Take the rest of today off. It is raining too hard to do anything." There were a few cheers and a brief smile crosses her face,"Dismissed."
Kieran and Jacob approach Viper, grins on their faces. She sighs,"What are those looks for?" Kieran replies,"Well, let's go celebrate!" Her grey eyes narrow,"It's raining cats and dogs out there." Jacob shrugs,"We'll only get wet trying to get into the bar." The two make puppy dog eyes at Viper, who reluctantly gives in,"Oh, alright. Come on." The two men cheer and the three set off towards the garage.
Not five minutes later and the three were walking into the bar. It was pretty dead, not a lot of people there. Viper leads the way to the bar, Jacob on her left and Kieran on the right. A frown flickers across her face briefly. Hellhound was here. |
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It wasn't long before the other bartender came in to take over, frowning a bit when he saw Mickey grab a few bottles from behind the counter, muttering some rude remark which Mickey only laughed off as he went and sat down with Dion at a table. Mickey was pretty much in charge of the bar, the real owners only really cared about the underground fight club, so as long as no one came asking questions, Mickey could do as he wished.
They didn't have time to do much more than sitting down and pouring themselves a glass before the door swung open and a drenched Sawyer could be seen, looking truly like a drowned rat with narrow eyes and a frown on his face.
“There he is! Come drink with us you fucker!” Mickey called as he started pouring the man a glass. Dion didn't do much more than look over and nod slightly, he didn't like him and he wouldn't try to pretend as if he did either.
The newly arrived walk over and took a seat by the table muttering a low, “Fuck off Mickey…” While snagging the glass and taking a sip. Just great, the man who was normally an asshole was already in a bad mood because of the rain…
Everyone was finally gathered and Mickey was already chatting away, not minding Sawyer’s comment. With a low sigh, Dion downed his glass and made the decision to at least try and enjoy himself tonight, even if Sawyer was unlikeable.
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Roughly an hour later Dion was already starting to get rather drunk and he was currently talking to one of the regulars that had taken a seat by their table while Mickey and Sawyer were in a heated discussion, both convinced that they were right and the other wrong, neither of them realizing that they were both very wrong, and Dion hadn't even been listening actively.
Suddenly the door opened, surprising everyone a bit and causing them all to turn their heads, it was still pouring outside so no one expected many people to stop by. Even less people expected The Viper to make an appearance and the moment people recognized her, they turned their heads again.
Dion scoffed a bit before turning his head back to continue his conversation when he heard Sawyer, “Damn she's hot…”
The red-haired man looked over at him and shrugged slightly, it was true that she was good-looking. “She wanted Dion as her bodyguard yesterday,” Mickey added with a smirk on his lips, causing Dion to let out a sigh.
Sawyer let out a mocking laughter, “Dion? You mean the guy who couldn't even keep track of his own brother?”
Both Mickey and Dion fell silent. Mickey glanced between the two men while Dion stared death at Sawyer. His brother was a touchy subject for him and the whole story was messy. Normally, Dion was tolerant when it came to Sawyer and his comments but he was drunk now.
“You don't know shit about my brother!” He growled as he slammed his hand down into the table, “Say another word about him and you’ll see what happens.” The man’s brown gaze had grown dark as he stared at Sawyer who’d gone quiet, actually everyone seemed to have gone quiet, the regulars too. Anyone who’d met the man knew that he was a calm person so when he raised his voice, everyone knew that he'd lost his cool.
“Nothing more to say? Alright, good…” Dion took a deep breath before grabbing his glass and a bottle, refilling the glass and taking a sip. He didn't like the fact that he'd lost it but at least Sawyer was quiet for the first time that night. He also didn't like talking about his brother much, he already felt guilty enough about the situation.
((Thought that if you wanted to go with the brother idea then she'd need to find out about him somehow and this was the best idea I could come up with heh)) |
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Viper ignores Hellhound again, she still had nothing over him. Best not push him away any further. She needed to find something he wanted, something he needed and hold that over him. Without a doubt she'd get her bodyguard then. The three get their drink and find a table somewhat near the Hellhound and his friends, yet far enough away they couldn't accuse her of eavesdropping.
The three fell into conversation, barely listening to others. To any outsider who happened to get close enough to hear the conversation it would either sound like complete random talk, or a complete normal conversation. When in reality they were talking about the new alliance. It had been made, but it was exactly concrete. There was a job to be done.
A final deal to concrete the alliance. Something that King Kong had specified that Viper had to do it herself. Which was no issue, she still worked in the field. She hadn't gotten lazy over the years of being gang leader. She still remained the best of her gang. Everyday she was training. She pushed herself, often changing her routine to keep herself moving forward, not backward. She sparred with her men. The kind of spar where there were no rules, well, there was one, no killing.
The job was risky and it was dangerous, but Viper planned to get it done. She'd bring Jacob and Kieran to help her, but she'd land the final blow. She'd concede with King Kong's terms, and she'd bring him proof that she did it. Her M.O was different from her gangs, hence the reason she stuck out so much from her gang. That and she was the best rookie gang leader the city had seen in years.
"You don't know shit about my brother!" The three stop their talking as they look over. The bar had gone quiet, the sudden anger startled everyone. "Say another word about him and you'll see what happens." Now, Viper didn't know Hellhound that well, but what little she did know, she figured this outburst was unusual.
And what was that about his brother? She filed that information away as she turned back towards her men. She'd dig up everything she could on the Hellhound. His real name, his past, his parents, his siblings, everything. She had to force herself to tune back into the conversation, turning away completely from Hellhound.
"Where?" Viper shrugs,"Somewhere secluded, that is all I know." Viper suddenly states,"We'll figure out details back at HQ. We're at a bar, let's relax." The boys grin, they could get down with that. Their eyes flicker away, there were some girls here that were alone and they wanted to go chat.
Viper rolls her eyes, waving them off,"Go." Kieran and Jacob exchange a glance,"Really?" Viper nods,"Go for it." The boys leap up, grins on their faces as they head over to where there was a redhead and brunette sitting down.
Viper rolls her eyes again, this one a little more amused. Boys will be boys. She sits back, sipping at her drink. Her eyes scanning the bar, deep in thought. Thinking about the new information she'd just gotten. Hellhound had dropped the bomb. He had a brother. She could either tell him she could find him, or kidnap said brother and use that as leverage. Which would work? |
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Once Dion was back to drinking and silence had fallen over both him and Sawyer, people in the bar were slowly starting to talk again and it didn't take long for Dion’s outburst to be forgotten about. Soon everything was just like how it had been moments earlier, people were talking and laughing, pouring alcohol down their throats. Mickey and Sawyer were talking again, keeping Dion out of their conversation to let him calm down.
The red-haired man sat quiet, sipping on his drink while looking down at the table, it wasn't like him to blow up like that, not even while fighting did he get angry like that, but he couldn't stand Sawyer and he did miss his brother a lot, after all it had been nearly 10 years since he last saw him.
The whole situation was messy, and also part of the reason as to why he hated gangs so much. If it hadn't been for them those few years ago then he would probably still know where Niké was and be part of his younger brother’s life.
Maybe he was wrong to blow up at Sawyer, after all the man didn't know the full story, he didn't have all the information, all he knew was that Dion had had to leave Niké and their mother and then a few years after that, he'd found out that their mother had died and he couldn't find anything on his brother's whereabouts. That was all Sawyer knew about the whole thing and all that anyone aware of the situation knew, it wasn't something he liked to go into detail on.
Dion continued drinking, emptying glass after glass, probably a bit too quickly, all while looking ahead at Mickey and Sawyer. To anyone watching the three it would look as if the red-haired man was just listening along to the conversation the other two were holding but in reality he was trying to sort his thoughts out, just slightly, while simultaneously clouding and jumbling them up with the alcohol he kept pouring down his throat. |
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Now that Viper was alone, she pulls out her phone. She dials one of her men that was still at HQ, it was her main tech guy, he was the one who helped her dig up people's pasts to help make alliances or find people. She switches to Scottish Gaelic, the last thing she needed was for Hellhound to figure out what she was up to. "Boss." She states,"Find me everything you can about the street fighter, Hellhound. All I know is he has a brother and it's a touchy subject." The guy, nicknamed Keys, knew better than to ask questions. "Got it."
Viper hangs up, tucking her phone back into her pocket as she glances towards her men. If they had been paying attention, they would have known what she'd done. Scottish Gaelic was something she taught all her men. It was something not many spoke anymore, so it was just what they used to communicate to each other in public when they needed to do so without anyone else knowing what they were saying.
Sadly enough, Viper wouldn't be able to confront Hellhound with anything until Keys got back to her with some information. She wasn't too worried that Keys wouldn't be able to dig anything up. He was incredible with being able to find people. However, perhaps Viper could at least hint that she had an idea where his brother was. Even if it was a lie.
Of course, Viper had told lies before. And what Hellhound didn't know, didn't hurt him. And she didn't even have to say that she knew where his brother was. She could say that she knew how to find him. That wasn't an exact lie. She had contacts high and low. Friends in low places, as some people called them. She could probably actually find said brother and if that idea alone wouldn't bait the Hellhound.
Well, Viper was not above hostages. She needed a bodyguard and she was damn set on Hellhound. Now, would she actually hurt the boy? No. Especially if he was innocent, but once again, Hellhound wouldn't know that. He'd hate her guts, but still, she'd have her bodyguard. |
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Interrupting the man’s thoughts was the sound of someone else talking, but it wasn't English, which was probably why he'd noticed, even in his drunken state. Dion looked around a bit before his gaze landed on The Viper and he narrowed his eyes a bit, he couldn't make sense of what she was saying, not even what language it was.
Even after the woman had hung up, he kept on glaring at her, he didn't like her and he wanted to know what she wanted, he'd never seen her before and now suddenly she showed up at the bar two days in a row after asking him to be her bodyguard.
A kick to his leg underneath the table made the red-haired man turn his head around, “What did you kick me for?”
“I've said your name like three times, quit staring at her unless you have a death wish,” Mickey stated, surprisingly enough the man wasn't that drunk yet, but then again, he was always drinking so his tolerance was much higher than most others, “We're out of booze, go get us more.”
“Why me? You work here,” Dion muttered, all while pushing his chair out and standing up, “And you're the one drinking the most.”
To that both Mickey and Sawyer laughed a bit, while that was probably the case any other time, it wasn't today. “You're drinking as if it was water, now come on, be good and fetch, will you?” Mickey grinned up at the man teasingly, only receiving a low groan back as Dion staggered off towards the bar, clearly affected by the alcohol and he probably wasn't supposed to drink more.
“Camilla?” The tall man leaned forward on the bar counter, a drunken smile on his face, his mood seeming to have improved ever so slightly, most likely due to the alcohol in his system. “A bottle of whatever, please and thank you.”
The dark-haired woman turned towards Dion with a soft chuckle. “I don't think I have whatever but we’ve got whiskey,” she told him as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and put it down in front of the red-haired man. “But unlike Mickey you’ll actually have to pay, sorry Dio.”
The man pulled out his wallet before handing the young bartender the money with a smile on his lips, “The change is yours.” And with that he grabbed the bottle before walking back to the table where Mickey was looking at him with an open mouth, “How come Mila gets a tip but never me! I thought I was your best friend!”
Dion opened the bottle as he sat down, “Mila’s hot, you're not,” he grinned a little as he poured himself a glass before putting the bottle down.
“Excuse me? You're telling me you’d say no to all of this?” Mickey asked while gesturing with his arms, “You're missing out dude, I’m a total steal.”
Dion laughed softly before he took a swig of his whiskey, “Oh yeah totally, maybe that's why? I'm too intimidated by your good looks.”
The men continued chatting and joking, Sawyer chiming in too after a while, seemingly trying to keep himself tame after Dion's previous outburst. The man wasn't successful though as soon Mickey and him got into yet another heated discussion and Dion just leaned back and listened while drinking his whiskey, he'd rather listen to the two arguing instead of thinking about his brother. |
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The Viper was well aware of Hellhound's gaze on her, however she ignores him. No point of even looking at him, she needed him, the more she bugged him the further away he got away. She was glad, however, that made her even more glad that she spoke another language. It kept her secrets secret, and her gangs intentions secret. And that was exactly what was needed.
And yet, even after her call, Hellhound's glare stayed on her and she had to fight the urge to glare back. If it wasn't for the fact she wanted him as her bodyguard, she'd go over there and show him what happened when people stared. And yet, she simply took another sip of her drink, eyes roaming the bar.
Grey eyes land on her men, they were in the middle of an intense conversation with the ladies they had gone to sit by. And the women seemed very interested in the two.
A movement caught her eye, and she watches as Hellhound moves across the floor to the bar. Leaning against it. Where a bartender walks up and serves him. She studies the Hellhound a little longer before her gaze flickers back to her men. Deep in thought, her mind racing and planning.
She barely notices Hellhound returning to his table with his two friends. Her own drink was empty and she was tempted to go get it refilled. But it was going to be a long night and she wanted a hell of a sharp mind. So she simply leaves her glass empty.
Finally, she looks over at the clock. It was about time to head home. They had some things to do before they headed off for sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day as well, and Viper was hoping to be able to be done by one. She'd probably come back into the bar, probably with a bigger group of her men.
However, before she could even leave her table, the men with Hellhound were bickering again, and her eyes move that way. What were they even bickering about this time? Is that all they did? Bicker? With a sigh, Viper pushes away from her table, leaving her empty glass where it was.
She strides across the floor to the table where Jacob and Kieran were and immediately the men look at her. The girls slowly look up, a hint of fear creeping into their eyes when they realize who they were looking at. Kieran greets,"Boss." Viper inclines her head barely,"You two almost done?" Jacob nods,"Yes."
Viper grunts,"Then let's go." Jacob and Kieran get up, following as Viper turns on her heels and starts for the door. Although the boys do flash a final glance over their shoulders at the girls. Viper mutters,"We'll be back tomorrow, perhaps even for a longer time." Kieran shrugs,"Eh. They weren't that interesting anyway."
Viper's laugh was barely amused as they get into the car. Hopefully when they got back to HQ, Keys would have some information. She wanted to confront Hellhound the next day. Make him that offer that he just could not decline. Because it would put his brother's life on the line. |
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~The Next Day~
Another day, another set of fights.
Once again Dion found himself at the bar, this time it wasn't for fighting or drinking, no he was there because Joey was having a fight tonight and since he'd promised to train with the young man, he had to see how he fought as it had been more than just a while since he'd last seen the man in a fight last.
As he pushed the door to the bar open he was met with the familiar sounds of laughter and talking, mixing with the music that was on in the background. Dion looked over at the bar but to his surprise Mickey wasn't working tonight, meaning that he’d either find him downstairs with Joey or he would be nowhere to be found.
He made his way downstairs, pulling the hood of his shirt up as he did, while being taller than most made him stick out, he was dressed in an attempt to go as unnoticed as possible today, wearing dark clothes and a beanie, as well as now having pulled his hood up. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, mostly because he was still hungover from last night.
The brown-eyed man pushed past a couple of people and entered the changing rooms before walking over towards Joey who was preparing himself for the fight. “Are you first out?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall.
“Yeah and I’m meeting Sinister,” the blond said with a sigh as he sat down and started wrapping his feet and ankles.
“Why are you sighing? That should be an easy match then, guy’s a wrestler from the start, just don't end up on the ground and don't let him get you in a hold, keep your distance. Focus on your punches, keep your distance, hard punches and if you can, get in a few good kicks, if he gets ahold of you, you’re done,” Dion explained, having met most people who’d ever fought at the club.
“You’re making it sound much easier than it is…” muttered the young man, his tone and body language making it clear that he was nervous about this match. Joey was still young and inexperienced when it came to a lot of things and if it had been up to Dion, he'd never let the young man fight at a club like this, but then again that could be because in some ways, Joey reminded him of Niké and if he couldn't do anything to protect his own brother, then at least he'd protect Joey.
“It is easy, if you just listen and do what I say,” Dion smirked, “He's got shit stamina because he's used to wrestling people down right away and choking them out. Don't get wrestled down and don't end up in a chokehold, see easy.”
“I don't know if you’ve missed it but we don't exactly have the same body build, and you're just way stronger than me,” the blond complained, finishing wrapping his ankles and moving to wrap his wrist instead, “What's the time?”
The red-haired man looked at his phone before looking back at Joey, “7 minutes until your match start,” he told him before going on to continue about their earlier subject, “Strength isn't all about muscles and being physically strong, with the right techniques you can take down people twice your size.”
“Well train with me then so I can learn!” Joey exclaimed, glaring up at Dion a bit. As the match was approaching, the man's nerves were getting to him more and more.
Dion raised an eyebrow at the young man raising his voice but chose not to comment on it, he knew why he was acting like he was. “We are training together tomorrow which is why I'm saying this, if you get beat up badly today and get all sore tomorrow it doesn't mean I'll take it easy on you, it's for your own good, now you start in 4 minutes, let's go,” Dion explained in a calm voice.
((Sorry it took some time, my motivation said bye bye for a bit heh)) |
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