The silence of the inside of the house was suddenly abruptly interrupted by the sound of a knock. There was no rhythm, just a constant thump on the door. One two, one two, the knock kept coming. Nobody spoke or made any form of communication. The doorbell didn’t even ring, merely knuckle to wood making the loud noise. 

Eva’s mind was still hazy. The headache lingered minutely in the back of her skull, while the headache meds she’d taken still made sleep cling to her eyelids. She lazily opened her eyes at the sound of the knocking, not registering anything particular about it. Her first thought was the person who had left her home last, Isabel, but then she remembered Tony said he’d be right back. She had no idea how long she’d been asleep, but perhaps it had indeed been long enough for him to find Maria, or maybe she’d come back on her own. 

Rubbing her brown eyes, she slid off the couch and walked towards the door, head dipped down slightly in a sleepy manner. She grasped the knob and opened the door without much thought. [b]”Mmhmm?”[/b] she mumbled before looking up. 

“Hi” the man before her said, the veins in his neck popping profusely. He had a gun on his left hand even though he was right handed. The beard around his chin was irregular, going in all directions - not groomed or formed for fashion. But the man’s main descriptive modification was the tattoo over his jugular. That alone would remind Eva who he was. “I’m here for my money!” he yelled, raising the gun on his hand and forcing Eva back into the house. 

Like an idiot, he turned around completely to close the door. He was obviously still high or on the drugs he was supposed to be selling, not taking. He turned the lock and returned to face Eva with the weapon. “Sooooooooo…….Where the heck, is my money?!” he yelled out again, using his right hand to throw something off a nearby counter in order to strike her with even more fear. “Hand it over” he stated, seemingly calming down from his sudden outbreak. 

Eva’s eyes widened, fully awake now as she looked up into the face of the man who had tried harming her not too many hours early. She felt a shiver of dread, goosebumps running up her body as he held the gun and shoved her. She stumbled back into the house, not falling but barely keeping from doing so. Her mind began to race, and she thought of what valuables she had. Looking down at her hand, she quickly removed her engagement ring, hiding it behind a picture of her and Tony on a nearby table to prevent the man from acquiring it to get money. He turned around from the door right after she did so, her feet rapidly backing up to the bar that let one see from the kitchen into the living room.

[b]”I don’t have any money,”[/b] Eva said, looking defiant but voice cracking softly when she spoke, heart pounding in her ears.

“Huh?” Marvin questioned. And it wasn’t sarcasm or in a joking way, it was genuine. He didn’t understand why she didn’t have the money he told her to have. The same money he also told Maria to acquire. Because of his inability to get it, the boss man had sent out people to kill him. Someone spoke out against him and now he was in a pit of problems if he didn’t get the boss’ money back. 

“But I told you, I told you I needed the money, why,......why…….Dammit! Why?! You’re killing me!” he started to growl. He took the necessary steps forward to reach her with the gun, placing it on her forehead. “Get on your knees” he cried, his voice now cracking just like Eva’s. “He’s gonna kill me you know” he started. “My house is on fire. Burning. It’s probably in ashes by now, I had alllllll of my stuff. All of it in there and now it’s all gone cuz of you and your Mexican friend. Why? Why are y’all doing this to me? Why?!” 

He pushed in with the end of the pistol, leaving a mark on her forehead when he suddenly pulled it away. He turned around again, placing his hands - along with the pistol - on the top of his head. “What do I do now?” he questioned himself, walking back in forth like a crazy person. He turned back to Eva. “How am I gonna get the money?” he asked her as though they were now friends or something. 

Eva hesitated when the man seemed confused. She wished she was more quick thinking so she could confuse him or convince him of something clever to get herself out of the situation. But her head was still spinning slightly, and between that and her fear, her mind was frozen. She quickly fell to her knees when he shouted at her, hands on her thighs as she looked up at him with a frightened, pleading look.

[b]”I… I didn’t mean to,”[/b] she begged, thinking about how he could possibly get some money. Her thoughts even more erratic thanks to the pistol on her head until he moved it. [b]”I… I really don’t think your boss wants money… but um… maybe you could rob a bank or something?”[/b] she said, hoping he would actually consider it. Then when he left, she could call the cops.

The man quickly turned back in her direction when she spoke her suggestion. And now, his eyebrows were tightly pressed against one another in anger. “You think I’m a damn robber?!” he screamed. The man felt accused and judged at what Eva said. Again he started towards her, this time, reaching for her with his free hand. 

As he got a hold of her arm, he tugged her upward back on her feet. His face was right before hers, noses nearly touching. “Where’s Maria?” he asked her in a whisper. His mood seemed to be changing randomly, despite the situation and despite his own actions. He was basically spontaneous, the drug inside him running through his system like a plague. 

“If you can’t get me my money, then I gue-” he said, unable to finish as he was interrupted by an out-of-nowhere knock on the door. “What the-” he said to himself, turning back to Eva. “Who’s that?” he asked her silently, gripping her arm even tighter than before. His gun had now been lowered, but was piercing into her stomach - all to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. 

[b]”Well, you’re a druggie, not too much of a leap us it?”[/b] Eva mumbled angrily, frowning as the man got upset. She grunted as he yanked on her arm, shaking her head when he asked about Maria. [b]”No ide--”[/b] she started when the knock came. Alarm spread through her face, not knowing precisely who it could be, having forgotten about the food Isabel had ordered.

[b]”I don’t know… Just let me ask them to go away, whoever it is, ok?”[/b] she said, not wanting anyone else hurt, soft eyes searching his confused ones for an ounce of understanding or humanity.

Marvin had turned to the door once more as another knock came. Then the doorbell rang, making his senses shiver. He had even turned towards the ceiling like the sound was coming from the sky or something. 

Anyhow, he placed his hand over Eva’s mouth. “Stop talking” he told her, pushing her backwards towards the kitchen with the gun still in place. “It’s Maria ain’t it?” his eyes widened as he spoke, but still didn’t allow her to answer because of his hand. The knock came once again, but nobody was speaking from the other side. Marvin bit his bottom lip harshly, hurting himself. His eyes were blood red, just like on the first time he encountered Eva. “Stay here” he told the woman, forcing her on her bum. He started to walk towards the door before turning around. “You move, I kill you” he raged, going back towards the door. 

First thing he did was look through the peephole, only making out that it was a young black haired woman. Because of his blurred-like vision, he couldn’t completely tell who it was. But due to the black hair attribute, he only saw one person - Maria. 

In a rush, he unlocked the door and burst it open, pointing the gun towards the woman. “Where’s my money??!!!” he yelled at her - all before realizing that it was not who he thought it was. “AHHH!!” the girl screamed, dropping the large bag of food she had onto the porch. She raised her hands immediately. With the gun still pointed at her, Marvin looked outside to see if there was anybody else - anyone who saw what was happening. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked the girl. “I…...I..-....Jasmine” she responded, tears suddenly rushing down her face. “Pleas-Please don’t kill me” she begged Marvin, sobbing and falling to her knees, trying to protect herself with her hands. “Oh fuck” Marvin cursed to himself. He looked side to side again, noticing nobody had seen anything yet. With no minute to spare, he grabbed the girl by the collar and dragged her limp body into the house. Again he locked the door behind him. “Who the hell is this girl?!” he yelled across the hall, moving towards the kitchen wall. “Who the heck is this?!” he asked Eva, pointing his gun at Jasmine. 

Eva let out a small cry of annoyance when she was pushed onto the floor, butt hitting the linoleum hard in the kitchen. She licked her bottom lip, looking around and wondering if there was a good way to escape, but she couldn’t abandon whoever was knocking either in case he tried to hurt them too. She growled to herself, also knowing that despite his drug induced state, he could still be a good aim and kill her anyway. So she listened, and heard the feminine voice cry out from the front, stomach sinking like a rock. [i]Jasmine…[/i] Her heart twisted a bit. The girl was too nice to be getting into this situation right now. 

[i]Who the hell is this girl?! Who the heck is this?![/i] Eva cringed as the man drug the girl into her home and locked the door again. [b]”She’s… she’s Jasmine. She’s a friend. She um… was just bringing me food for us to share. Girl’s night,”[/b] Eva said, trying to sound sincere and not wanting the druggie to associate Jasmine with the Fallen Angels. That would only make him more desperate she was sure. Her eyes flashed to the other girl, looking apologetic, and scared. 

Marvin looked at Jasmine as she continued to cry. “Shut the hell up!” he yelled. He turned back to Eva. “Tell her to shut up, shut up!” he urged, once again doing his crazy-walk thing. He moved towards the dining room table and sat down on one of the chairs, placing his elbows on the tabletop. He let the gun go, letting it fall on the table as his hands ran up to his face. “Ugh” he growled then sighed. “I need the money” he stated quietly, but loud enough for Eva and Jasmine to hear. “They [i]will[/i] kill me if I don’t get it for them. I messed up. I messed up” he broke, starting to cry himself. He covered his face though, didn’t want either of them to see. 

Suddenly he stopped, wiping his face and standing up again, picking his gun up to. He pointed the gun at Jasmine and looked towards Eva. “You’ve got one minute to get me my money, I know you have it. Get it now or I kill her” he said normally, no brake, no shiver, just in his neutral voice. “Get up, get up and get me my money. I know it’s in here somewhere, get it” he repeated.

Eva couldn’t find it in her to tell the other girl to shut up, she just couldn’t. Eva watched the man carefully, her breath and heart calming slightly though her eyes remained alert. She scooted away slightly when he looked up and requested his money, biting her lip. [b]”O-o-okay, you got me. I… I have the money but it’s not here. So, I need you to let Jasmine go, she won’t tell anyone anything, while I take you to where I have it stored in the garage, ok?”[/b] Eva said, not knowing what the hell she was saying but just wanting Jasmine out of this mess. She stood and took a few steps closer to the ugly man, and putting her slender body between his gun and the other girl.

Eva’s slow movements towards the two did not alarm the drug addict. Because she stated she indeed had the money, Marvin didn’t feel as pressured as he initially was. Instead, he was able to exhale and smile for the first time this visit. Fortunately for Eva, he believed everything she had said, but was not going to take any chances. Though he was messed up, he wasn’t an idiot. 

“The girl stays, but I wont hurt her, I promise” he nodded, telling the girl to sit in one of the chairs. Jasmine - still crying - went and did as she was told. Slowly she moved and sat down, walking sort of like a hunchback on her way there. Marvin then signaled Eva to go to the garage with his gun. “Let’s go” he also said, waiting for her to lead him to the money. 

Eva was hoping Jasmine would book it out of there and run, but she had no idea what the girl would do. She chewed her lip, glancing between the gun and the druggie before sighing and turning to go to the garage. Her mind was racing with the thoughts [i]Stupid, stupid, stupid[/i] The man would be 10x as mad when he realized she was lying. Eva could only hope to continue stalling or attack the man, and she did have some of Tony’s tools in the garage. 

She was making her bottom lip bleed a bit with how much she was chewing it while going over to the tool chest, glancing back over her shoulder at the man. [b]”I put it in the garage for safe keeping you know, most people would search a house first right?”[/b] she said, babbling honestly. She began rummaging through the various drawers and tools, finding a hammer. She hesitated, trying to judge how far behind her he was. Gritting her teeth and terror ran through her at the thought of what might happen after this, she turned, swinging it with her body as she did until the metal collided with flesh.

As he followed her and made it to the garage, he gave her enough space. Because he’d never had to go this far to get his money, this was a first for him. Usually, whoever he struck fear into provided him with the money no problem. But unfortunately for Marvin, this was not the case this time. 

Once in the garage, Marvin felt a little more comfortable with Eva, believing he could make small talk. “Yeah, I hide my money in my mattress, haha” he laughed. And that’s when his guard was down and when a sudden rod came crashing into his forearm. “Fuck!” he yelled as the gun flew out of his hand. He turned and tried to go get it, falling to his knees and reaching for it quickly. It had slid under a tool bench, so his right arm was digging for it underneath. He didn’t even think about Eva’s possibility to strike again, he was more worried about regaining the leverage by retrieving his gun. 

Eva almost felt bad when the metal smashed into bone, but she knew she shouldn’t. This man [i]would[/i] kill her if he had the reason. And Jasmine. And Maria. And Tony if he ever got caught up with him. She felt tears sting her eyes as she jumped from the sound of the gun sliding away, running up behind the man. She hesitated, but could not bring herself to swing down on him again with the hammer. [b]”Damn it!”[/b] she cursed herself, tossing the hammer down and throwing herself on the man’s back as he searched for the gun. She wrapped her arm around his throat, elbow bent and grasping her wrist with her other hand. She pulled her shoulder blades together, cutting off his air and closing her eyes, gripping herself so tightly that her hands were turning white. She was too scared to know what may happen if she failed to knock him out.

Just before he could reach it, Eva jumped on his back, causing him to jitter from the strike. Her arms quickly wrapped around his neck like a snake strangling its prey. He felt his airway being blocked instantly, such force and pressure that he couldn’t breathe. Instinctively, his hands retracted towards Eva’s arms, trying to get them off. He dug his fingers into her forearms, but the girl just wouldn’t let go. The man could feel himself going numb, starting with his legs, his thighs. He gasped for air, feeling cold and nauseous. He tried to speak, tell her to let go, but nothing was coming out. Due to his intoxicated system, the amount of oxygen filled blood cells were already low, but with Eva cutting them even shorter, he was done within about a minute. Out for the count. 

Eva cried silently, gritting her teeth, full of fear that if she budged an inch it would mean death. She held on as he left scratches on her arms, leaning her head back so he couldn’t grasp her face or hair, until he went limp. Even after he went limp though, she continued to squeeze, not letting go right away at all. After a few moments of him being limp, she finally got up the courage to let go, and quickly backed away from the man. Her back hit a rack of rakes and brooms and what not, causing them to tumble, and she yelped, glancing back behind her at them before looking at the crumpled druggie again. For some reason, in her mind, she didn’t believe he was unconscious. Her mind was telling her he was still going to get up and grab her. She booked it back inside the house and found Jasmine, waving her arms to the side towards the door. [b]”Go! Get out of here before he gets back up!”[/b] she said, cheeks red and eyes still frightened. 

Jasmine jumped back once she saw a figure pop out of the hallway. Initially, she thought it would be Marvin, but when she noticed it was Eva, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth in joy - tears still streaming though. But once Eva quickly commanded her to get out, Jasmine quickly stood on her two feet and rushed out without any questions. She didn’t even ask if Eva would be okay, couldn’t even think straight. Fear had overruled all of her senses and decision making skills. Jasmine didn’t even worry about the food that was dumped all over the porch, she just rushed into her little rundown car and drove off, leaving the front door open. 

Eva sniffed as the girl left, satisfied, but still rummaging around for her cell. She finally found it in between the couch cushions, running outside as her stinging eyes dialed 911 and she frantically told them someone was in her house with a gun. She finished on the phone with them, sirens already blaring in the distance, before she wiped her face and tried to call Tony. She walked down the street away from her house quickly, continually looking back over her shoulder while doing so. 

“Hello?” Tony answered, his little pre-paid phone not having any saved contacts in it. He had just pulled up to DJ’s Diner, parked and got off his bike when he heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Eva?” he questioned, not too great on memorizing phone numbers, but thinking he remembered this one. 

Eva begged for Tony to answer mentally until his voice came through, and she stopped moving or looking behind her, the tone of his voice calming her fears temporarily. [b]”Tony!”[/b] she choked, obviously upset, a hand covering her mouth briefly. She held back the urge to sob before taking a deep breath and moving her hand. [b]”That guy came back for me and Maria… he, he wanted his money but I didn’t have it…”[/b] she rambled, voice higher pitched and more feminine than usual, a sign she’d been crying.

Just as she called his name, Tony could tell something had happened. Her voice alone was enough for Tony to imagine what was going on. Looking towards the diner he decided to turn back towards his bike, phone still to his ear. “Are you okay?” he asked as she started to tell him what happened. When she mentioned the man who hurt her last time, Tony felt this sudden rage formulate in him. Quickly, without a second though, he jumped back on his bike - forgetting the reason he first arrived at the diner. He backed up in order to accelerate forward, racing down the road and back home. He rode with one hand, the other still with the phone. “Where are you now? Are you alright?! Did he leave?!” he started to question, wind interfering a little with the call, but not enough to be unheard. 

Eva sniffed a bit when she heard the roar of the bike, knowing Tony was coming, but she shook her head when he asked if she was alright, though she knew he couldn’t hear. She opened her mouth to respond when a loud pop rang out behind her and a searing pain went through her thigh. She cried out, falling forward and losing her grip on the phone, it sliding on the sidewalk and snapping shut, ending the call. Eva, landed on the concrete and turned over, gasping softly as the waves of pain continued, blood trickling onto the ground. She looked and there was the druggie, rushing closer, having obviously awakened and gotten out of her house. He was still far enough away and intoxicated enough to make a bad shot though, even though it had stopped her. She started to try and get up when a police car rapidly turned down the end of the street and raced closer. It was mere moments before another joined and they were out of their cars and yelling at the man to stand down.

Unable to hear her voice or any of her answers, Tony turned his eyes towards the screen of his phone. The call was still going, about three minutes and something seconds. He returned it to his ear just in time to hear a loud bang. “Eva?” he called to her through the device. Then the line died. “EVA?!!” he yelled at the damn phone. His first thought was to redial and call again, but that would only make him get there slower. He knew what had happened and was imagining the worst case scenario. His eyes started to turn red, both in fear and in irritation. His phone slid back into the pockets of his vest as he handled his bike with both hands, increasing speed to over ninety miles an hour. “Don’t leave me” he said to himself as he approached an intersection, still about ten minutes out. 

In the meantime, Marvin looked towards the cops after shooting Eva in the leg. He started to back away as they got out their vehicles and pointed their guns at him. He knew that if he moved he would be shot, and though he was close enough to get her, he wasn’t close enough to take her hostage. There was also the choice to run, but of course, he knew he wasn’t going to get far enough to dodge bullets. The man just stood there, gun still in his hand though. 

“Put the gun down son!” came a familiar voice. It was Chief Frank Galey and one of his deputies who arrived at the scene. Galey knew Eva was Tony’s girl and if something were to happen to her, his ass would also be on the line. “Put the gun down kid and we can help you!” Frank called out again. 

Marvin still had the gun pointed at Eva. “I’ll shoot if you do Chief! I ain’t bout to die today! That’s not the plan, I need my money, I need my money” he repeated. The chief turned to his deputy and signaled him to lower his weapon. The Chief himself also put his gun back in its holster and started to walk towards Eva. “Look son, we can fix all this okay? Just let us take Eva here and we’ll go. We won’t chase you, nothing. Deal?” he old man stated as he got closer and closer, now near the mailbox. Marvin sniffed and licked his lips. “I don’t know” he stated, nodding side to side. “You’re gonna follow me, I know you will” he added, he himself also getting closer to Eva. But suddenly, both the Chief and the addict were torn from their conversation and looked towards the noise that was coming down the street. 

A single Harley rushed towards the scene, didn’t even stop at any of the division’s traffic regulations. The Chief turned back towards the drug addict who’s eyes were widened as the bike revved right behind the cop cars. The biker got off and removed his helmet, throwing it on the grass. “Don’t get any closer!” Marvin yelled, rushing forward and placing his gun the back of Eva’s head. Despite her already damaged condition, she was the only thing keeping him alive. 

It was odd how comforting the noise of revving engines were to Eva nowadays. When one of the bikes pulled up, she looked over with tear stained cheeks, cringing again though when the gun was placed at her head again. She pulled her knees closer to her and sniffed, but didn’t have any more tears left to cry, watching with wide eyes as everything happened around her.

“I suggest you get out of here Galey” the biker said, also removing his shades. And again, the noise of revving engines returned. Three more bikes were coming down the street. The one who got to the scene first was Charles. Thomas, Prospect, and Harry himself were the ones approaching the scene. 

The Chief looked at Eva then turned towards his deputy. “Get out of here kid, I’ll take care of this” he told his second in command. “Do you want me to call for backup?” the Deputy asked. Galey noded and signaled the kid to get going. The younger cop jumped into his car and rode away without any further questions. Everyone in the town knew about the Chief’s connections with the Angels, but never questioned them. They all believed that their little contract or whatever it was worked for Gastown - kept it safe. But as the Deputy rode off, he started to question that. 

As the other guys rode into the scene, Charles turned his attention towards one of his brother’s girls. “You alright down there Eva? Make sure to keep some pressure on that okay sweetheart?” he stated, noticing the blood sprouting out of her thigh. The man then turned to watch his gang join him. It was now him, Thomas, Harry, and Prospect. Marvin just stood there shaking, knowing the ability of the Angels, their history, and all the rumors that roamed the streets of Gastown, of all of Crown City. “Y’all stay back or she’s dead, I promise!” he called out in fear. He was sweating more than before, shirt soaked in body fluids. 

Eva simply nodded at Charles’ directions, wincing a bit but placing both her hands tightly on the back of her thigh. Her face still appeared frightened, but she didn’t make a sound while blood seeped slower through her fingers before it would drip to the pavement.

Harry then made his way to the front of the group, putting his hand on Charles’ shoulder. “Look here boy” Harry started, addressing the addict as boy. “You know the kinds of things we can do to you. You know we don’t accept drugs in our town. Gastown belongs to the Fallen Angels, not some punk kids like you. So listen………..We [i]will[/i] kill you. You are not getting out of here alive, believe me. But if you let this girl here go, i’ll make sure it’s quick. Now, I promise” Harry stated, his own shades still on. To him, this was just another day at work, but inside he was burning up like a raging bull. This guy went way too far, messing with his family. That’s something none of the Angels can bare. 

Marvin turned towards Galey. “Man, you’re just gonna let this happen?! Ur a cop! That’s a threat ain’t it? Arrest em’! Arrest em’!” Marvin cried. He started to get this shake all over his body. His pistol was making an annoying noise as the metal quivered side to side. Galey turned to the convict. “I didn’t hear anything” he stated as he backed away slowly back to the mailbox. But then the time finally came. Harry, Charles, Thomas, and Prospect pulled out their guns and pointed them at Marvin. Each of their faces having basically the same look - all pissed, all shrugged. “One last chance son, put the gun down” Harry commanded. Marvin looked at all the guns pointed in his direction. “Alright!” he shouted in fear as he threw the gun to the side, letting it drop beside Eva. He then fell backwards on his back, hands raised in protection - similar to how Jasmine was earlier. Charles and Galey rushed to Eva’s side. “You’re gonna be alright” Charles said, helping Galey pick her up. “Were taking you to work” the biker laughed, knowing that was probably the last thing she wanted to think about. “C’mon Chief, you’re moving too slow, those old legs of yours can’t take it anymore huh?” the man joked again. Once they got her to the cop car, Galey jumped in and rushed her to the hospital. 

When Charles and the Chief ran up, Eva forgot and let go of her leg, wrapping her slightly bloodied hands around Charles’ neck and clinging like a child, though she nodded when he said she’d be fine. She let them carry her, not saying anything about going to the hospital, as she knew that was coming way before he said it. [b]”Tony’s going to be headed this way,”[/b] she said to him quietly before they shut the cop car door, wanting the guys to know anyway. She sighed and wiped her face when the door closed and the cop got in, driving her down a very familiar path towards the hospital. She didn’t say anything to Galey, oddly quiet and rewrapping her hands around her leg once more as she thought to herself between flashes of pain.

Prospect in the meantime took the liberty to pick up Marvin’s gun, throwing it even farther away. Harry and Thomas continued to point their weapons in Marvin’s direction. The drug addict remained laying on the freshly cut grass, now awaiting what was to come. He knew he would die here, he knew he had messed up and now his life would be over. The thing is, he didn’t understand why the Angels were involved. How in the world did they know he was selling drugs in Gastown? He couldn’t help but think it’d of have to have been Maria who spoke. So he decided to mess her up before they got rid of him. “I…...I sold drugs to one of you…..to that Mexican girl, you know, that Maria girl!” he blurted out. 

Charles, Harry, and Thomas rose a brow as he spoke. “What did you just say?” Harry asked, taking a step towards him. “You sold drugs to WHO?!” 

“Maria…...You know, the one who works at ur bar man. I didn’t mean to though, I didn’t know he worked for y’all, I’m sorry” Marvin apologized. His entire face was as red as his eyes. So much sweat was making him heat up like an engine. Harry moved up and placed his gun on the man’s forehead. “Wait!” Charles called out to Harry. He moved up to the man and got close enough to whisper. “Tony’s on his way here” he told him. Harry looked at Marvin then back at Charles. With a tisk, the old man put his gun away. He placed his hands on his waist and moved with Charles away towards the mailbox while Thomas and Prospect kept their guns aimed. 

“What do you think this means? I mean, is she a rat? She hasn’t been showing up at work lately, you think she’s talking with Leo, telling her all about the guns? If he knows, I mean, he-” 

“I know Charles. I know. But why? He’s in the drug business, why would he want to know about us?” Harry questioned. He was confused as to why Maria would be involved in any of this. For so long she’d been wanting to join them, so why would she go against them. Had she been against them the entire time? 

But all these thoughts and questions faded away as Gastown’s most famous motorcycle revved its way into the driveway. The loud yet smooth sound was most familiar. Despite it not being ridden as long as other bikes, it had roamed all parts of Gastown, so it was well known. Tony had finally arrived. The man quickly rushed off his bike, gun already locked in his right hand. “Where’s E?!” he questioned the others. People started to stare out of their windows, knowing not to get involved in any Angel business. “Where is she?!!” he screamed. “Calm down brother” Charles started, putting his hands on the young prince’s shoulders. “She was shot in the leg, but she’s gonna be alright. Galey took her to the hospital, she’s probably getting treated right now as we speak” Charles added. Harry then stepped in and also helped Tony calm down. “She’s gonna be alright son. Jasmine told us what happened” he said, hugging his nephew in law. “Who? Who did it? This guy?” Tony questioned as he un-embraced. 

He started to walk towards Marvin, frown on his face. “Yeah, we got here in time to stop him” Harry said from behind. Marvin looked up at Tony. “Wh-Who are you?” he asked, not noticing the patch on his back. Tony raised his gun at Marvin. “Wai-” 

And suddenly, in the pull of the trigger, everything was done. Like a puppet without strings, Marvin fell on the back of his head with a bullet in his skull. Blood tainted the grass below him as it seemed everything was staying still. “Let’s get out of here son” Harry stated, looking at all the people watching from their houses. He knew they wouldn’t say anything. But Tony just stood there, his gun now to his side watching Marvin bleed and bleed. “C’mon” Harry finalized, having Prospect and Thomas move the body towards Eva’s SUV. “Let’s let them handle it, you need to get to the hospital, she’s waiting for you” Harry stated as he jumped on his bike. Tony nodded in agreement as he himself started his engine. “Were gonna get them for this right?” Tony questioned before riding off. Harry smiled with pleasure. “Every single one son. Every single one of them.”