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The Wolves of the Mediterranean

The beginning of mine is up and shall be finished shortly. I am happy to be the one who taught Madelief to fly?

The Redcoat and the Thief

Sorry I am really busy right now...I should have a reply up tomorrow. Just wanted to let you know:)

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack watched her go and smiled when she was gone. He was beginning to like her more and more. Turning back to his bike he checked the chain and the fuel before putting a lock on the wheel and shutting the garage door. He then walked back into the block of flats and up the stairs and into his flat, locking the door behind him. As he stepped in the smell of heating up curry and the sound of the microwave assaulted his senses. Either she was going to get a slap for stealing his food or she had just read his mind. Looking into the kitchen he saw she'd had grabbed one of the cokes. It was fine, he wanted a beer and the cokes were the leftovers from a friend anyway. Stepping into his room quickly he pulled a folder out from his bedside table. It was a brown taccy folder you would have find in any stationers however it contained some details on properties owned by one Darius Jerome. Darius was head of the Rollers. A predominantly black gang that came from one of the nastiest ends of London. Throwing the folder down onto the table he opened a beer, had a swig and then spoke.

"I did say money on the table but nevermind. In this folder are the details to a guy we are interested. Darius Jerome. Big son of a bitch who runs a gang in Brixton. He is getting in on some gun running business and we want to know when and where he is getting these guns. All the details about his house and schedule are in there. You bring me anything on those deals and I will give you 750. If the info is good. Bogus info and you get fuck all."

The Redcoat and the Thief

Yeah like sometimes I enjoy being a bit restricted, if it's been a long week and I just want to read something good. But this allows so much freedom it can turn into anything :) Haha likewise :D

The Redcoat and the Thief

Haha XD

This is going well so far. SO many different directions to take this, makes it more exciting than a lot of other RPs I have been in. :)

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack didn't really care about her lack of interest in the club. They were small time simply so as to stay off the radar of some of the more dangerous legal groups. The engine was running beautifully as they weaved in and out of traffic which had become much lighter since he had gone inside. The giggles from behind him made him chuckle. ALthough bikes were his passion and he loved being on one nothing could compare to the early days when he first started riding. He had felt so free and so happy he could have spent days just sitting on the bike doing nothing. The girl clearly liked the bike, and he sure as hell wasn't going to stop that. He loved showing it off and the new parts would make it even nicer. Pulling into a slower lane he settled down into a more cruising speed. He needed to think, this girl who had just robbed him was now suddenly on the back of his bike heading back to his for news about a job. And he didn't even know here name. Life doesn't get much better, he thought. Realising how slow he was moving now he sped up, again weaving in and out of cars more for the girls enjoyment than actual speed. Eventually he came back to his flat, pulled the bike up inside his garage and switched off the engine. He stepped off.

" She is a beautiful bike, hope the vibrations didn't ruin your pants."

Jack winked at the girl.

"Go upstairs to my flat, make yourself at home and put all 600 on the table. I'll be up in a minute after I have finished locking up down here. Oh and..."

He threw the girl his keys.

"...use these this time. Miss?"

The Redcoat and the Thief

Yeah I can understand that. The worst thing is when people use the old chats for messaging me later, I get so confused as to why old chats keep showing up XD

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack couldn't believe this girl. Ah well, nothing he could do now. Besides his curry was still at home and he was starved. Pulling out a big fuck off knife from his boot he slammed it down onto the table, straight through Steve's right pinky, cutting it clean off. Then he picked up the now disconnected pinky and threw it out of a window into the alley. He muffled Steve's screams with the rags the parts had been in and gave him a push for good measure. It would be a while before Steve tried to buy stuff that was his again. Walking out he gave a nod to the barkeep and lay a 50 on the side. Stepping out The girl was already at his bike, with those wide eyes people who liked bikes normally got when they saw his Harley. God did she look sexy with the bike. IF she were in a pair of denim shorts and a crop top he probably couln't have helped himself. But again he took a deep breath and carried on thinking about the job.

"Harley Iron 883, got her for 4 grand off a friend at my MC club, in case you hadn't spotted I'm a Redcoat."

Jack pointed to the leather jacket he hadn't taken off since he had got up that morning.

"Put this on..."

He handed the girl a helmet.

"...and get on the back. I will tell you more about the job when we get back to mine."

The Redcoat and the Thief

I know, I have so much there it's becoming a nightmare. :)

The Redcoat and the Thief

The girl was persistent. She was looking better and better by the second. He needed the money though, could help him get in on a small time drug trade that was going on. The girl was still smirking at him and he found it to be an odd combination of infuriating and arousing. Cheek and lip had always been a bit of a turn on for him. Closing his eyes quickly he reminded himself. Think about why you're here. He shook his head.

"Can't do it love, those parts are mine and I could use the money. So its mine for all the hassle. Although...you willing to break the law a bit more? I need someone for a job if you need money. Someone who can break into houses. Also I can't carry my stuff back to mine without a bag so I am going to need yours. Either I take it or you bring my stuff back to mine with me. It's your call, stay here, end up a little beaten and bruised with nothing. Or come with me, hand over the 600 and gain the possibility of some well paid work."

This time Jack was grinning. The girl had already let loose she needed money and so now all it was was exploiting that need as much as possible. Besides he did have that Brixton job that needed someone who could pick a lock and she clearly could do the job.