Rookie - Gastown Police Station - Detective Brewer
The rookie just stood there for a second as the detective took the luxury of sitting in his chair. He didn't even register his question yet, staring at the man's facial features. He had numerous scars on his face, making the rookie's eyes widen. And instead of answering his question, the young lad decided to go another route.
"I'm Officer Sully sir. James Sully. I'll be your partner from now on" he introduced. In a way, he did answer the detective's question, just indirectly. The lad turned around and looked for a chair. He took one from someone else's desk and rolled it towards Brewer's. "So, here's the file Chief Lakey told me to get for you. It's on the Angels regarding the incident that occurred years ago in Gastown. The shootout with the Irish or something like that. It says in here......." he started, opening up the file and placing on the desk as he read.
".....that there was a testimony. It says that the Angels fired back in self defense. Apparently the Irish shot first, so it was deemed constitutional for the Angels to fire back on their own property. And because they did not use handguns to return fire, there were no charges against the Angels. And I always wondered why they called themselves the Fallen Angels, never understood it. I mean, none of them are angels at all, they've all had criminal records. I mean, some for more serious crimes than others, but not really saints if you ask me. Maybe they were angels before they went to prison? What do you think Detective? Should they just call themselves the Fallen instead? Because that sounds pretty cool too. I don't know, if I had a biker gang, I'd call them.....ummm......probably something like......Super Bawlers or Night Raiders. Yeah, that's badass!" the rookie trailed off.
Not only was it obvious by his actions and words that he had just been released from the academy, but he looked very young too. He had this.....baby face that revealed so much about him. It was pitiful, and the Chief knew it, so stuck him with Brewer.
Tony - Maria's Home - Eva
The way she responded made Tony understand how Eva felt with his decision. He was going to tend to the Maria problem instead of taking her out to eat like he had said. The was she took his helmet was also a sign of her discomfort with the situation. But in the end, Eva agreed to go with him, which also showed her loyalty. Maria was family to Tony, to the MC, so she wasn't to be left to rot. Even though she was not an official member, she was part of The Florence, and The Florence was part of the Angels, therefore she was one of them - on paper or not.
Before starting his bike, Tony turned his head and gave Eva yet another kiss, stroking her arm with his. "I love you" he smiled, his own way of thanking her for what she was doing. He then put on his gloves, turned the key, pressed the ignition and pulled the throttle, quickly taking off with his beloved. He road down the street with concern for Maria. It wasn't like her to skip work twice, especially when she was already on watch by Isabel. With the desire to join the club, there shouldn't be any kind of reason for her to act this way. Tony already knew Maria wasn't sick, she never was. She was a tough woman, one that nobody could mess with. So with her missing like this, Tony couldn't help but think in the worst case scenario - that someone got to her.
After a fifteen or twenty minute ride, Tony pulled up to the parking lot near Maria's apartment. He cut the engine off and quickly climbed off his bike. "Stay close" he told Eva as he had her follow him to the apartment door. He reached behind him for a pistol, clinging to it with his right hand, his left holding Eva back as he knocked on the door. "Maria?" he called as he knocked, but there was no response. "Stay here" he ordered Eva as he slowly turned the doorknob to see if it was open - which it was.
Once fully turned, he quickly opened the door and pointed the gun in all directions, surveying the scene. In shock, his arm just died and fell back to his side - gun still in hand. "Eva! Get in here!" he yelled, running towards Maria's limp body. "Oh shit!" he cursed aloud as he placed his hands on his head. There was glass all over the place, scratches on her arms and legs. There were empty tequila bottles, some empty, others broken. But what made everything even worse was the little packet of drugs in her loose hand.
Quickly he knelt next to her, picking her up using the strength of his upper body. He took her to the small couch next to the table and placed her there. She didn't seem to be conscious when he moved her, so he checked her pulse, sticking his fingers at the end of her jaw. With eyes wide, he turned to Eva. He didn't know what to do, had never dealt with this kind of stuff. Even as a child when his parents overdosed, Tony tended to just run rather than stay and watch them go through the process. "Please E, do sumthin. I don't know" he pleaded as he backed away from her and smacked everything off the table. "Dammit!" he yelled, punching the wall. "Why? Why would she do this? Drugs?! In Gastown?! Fuck!" he yelled again as he backed into the same wall he punched. "Nobody hears about this alright. This stays between us three. If Harry or Isabel find out, they'll kick her out. The Florence is all she's got Eva. Dammit!"
He then heard a moan and ran back to Maria's side. "Is she awake?" he asked, still uncertain of the situation.
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Fallen Angels - The Florence - Eva
Approaching The Florence was the almighty mother of the Angels - Isabel. She parked her vehicle behind a familiar one, one that she disliked very much. He turned off the car and walked out, walking beside the clean SUV peeking through its untainted windows. "What's she doing here?" she asked herself, a look of disgust on her face. She also noticed another thing, Maria's ride was nowhere to be seen. "God damn that bitch!" she cursed, footsteps echoing as she reached the bar doors.
And then the queen made her entrance, turning heads from every individual. "Jasmine, come here sweetheart" she told the young bartender. Once the girl got up to her, Isabel took her by the shoulders and gave her a soft smile. "Why are you covering for Maria?" she asked without intent of scaring the child.
"She......ummm......called and said she was sick. I tried to call her back, but she wouldn't answer" Jasmine explained, returning back to work. Isabel placed her hand on her forehead and sighed as she walked towards the office. She passed up the bar without even noticing Eva, but suddenly stopped as though she forgot something. Those Maria issues just faded from her mind as the problems with Eva took their place. She turned around and faced the sitting woman and decided to sit next to her. "Why are you here?" she blurted out, not even saying hello or anything for that matter. "Tony isn't here, he's out on business with the boys, so maybe you should wait for him at your little........castle, princess. You don't belong around here hun, so I suggest you get going once you finish that drink, it's on the house" she smart-mouthed the girl, walking away and locking herself in the office to finish some paperwork.
In the meantime, Jasmine took the liberty to walk towards Eva. "Hey, she didn't mean that okay? Don't take her too seriously, she's like that with everyone at some point, especially girls that like her nephew Tony. Prospect said they should be back soon, so ten minutes tops" she said, being friendly and encouraging. Everyone at The Florence knew how Isabel acted around certain people. She had these two very opposite personalities, and sometimes they overlapped into a tough love kind of thing.
But anyway, just like Jasmine said, within ten minutes the sound of multiple motorcycles echoed outside the bar. As the sound dimmed, patched members entered the bar one by one, but none of them bearing a smile upon their faces. Harry went straight towards the office to meet with his wife. Thomas went to the new Prospect and started chatting with him. Charles walked up to the bar and was given a glass of whiskey by Jasmine. He raised his glass to Eva and drank up quickly. "When you gonna let me hit that Jasmine?" he asked the young girl, his shades still on like always. "Stop playing" the bartender laughed, turning around to refill his glass. A couple more members entered, Tony being the last one. He immediately walked up to Eva and gave her a kiss. "Sorry for leaving this mornin', I didn't want to wake you" he said sincerely. He stood right next to her, picking up her hand. "D'you tell anyone yet?" he asked her, turning his eyes towards the ring. His business-frown had turned into a smile as he returned to face her. He couldn't believe he would soon marry this beautiful woman.
But the mood was ruined by Harry's call. "C'mon boys, we have to talk!" he yelled over the soft music. All the members started towards the office. "I'll be right back okay. We can go get something to eat afterwards" he smiled, planting yet another kiss on her lips. Once all the members - excluding the Prospect - were in the office room, Harry started to explain their next move. Isabel was standing beside her husband, her hand on his shoulders. "Can you give us a minute baby" Harry said, looking upward at her. "Yeah baby" she responded, kissing him then walking towards Tony. She kissed her nephew on the cheek and whispered, "I don't like that girl" like she always did. It was the same thing over and over with this woman. Despite Eva helping out with member injuries from time to time, she still didn't accept her as one of them. But that wasn't first priority right now, the group had bigger issues to settle.
Once Isabel left the office, the door was shut and locked. "Were going to take out one of the Asian's storage facilities after we receive our payment" Harry started, Tony's face already going against what Harry said. "We make it look like the Africans, just like Obinna asked, and that'll be that."
"It's not that easy Harry" Tony interrupted. "If we get caught...........everything goes to hell!" he urged. "And if they figure out it's us, they'll bring the fight to Gastown, we cannot let that happen."
"It wont" Charles said, always on Harry's side. "Charles is right Tony, we wont let that happen. We'll have Craig here deal with it like he always does, take Charles and Prospect with him. It's simple explosives right Craig?"
"Easy" Craig responded with his smokey tone. The guy nearly always had a smoke between his lips, going through two to three packs a day. It was ironic because he was usually in tip top shape despite his nasty habit. Of course, all the members had their occasional smoke, but nothing like Craig - he was unique. But anyhow, the debate continued with Tony speaking next. "We don't retaliate for other groups, it's not how we do things. This, this is just going to go bad. One mistake can cause us not only a contributor, but a friend. We do not retaliate."
"Call it a message. If we don't do this, we lose our gun business period. Obinna wont sell to us if he thinks we don't have his back."
"Obinna doesn't care about that, for him it's all about the money. He's not going to just give up on us because we don't deliver, he's not an idiot, he needs us to keep his business running smoothly" Tony added.
"He obviously has someone else he's selling to, or else why would he be sending guns through Providence?" Charles asked, not awaiting a response. "So he has another form of revenue that we don't know about. So if we don't do this, he'll cut us off without a doubt."
"Then I think its time to have a little talk with the Russians" Tony said. "Huh?" Harry asked, not understanding Tony's motive. "We have the Russians do our little dirty work. They have something against the Asians right? Why not have them take out the Asians' storage? It'll keep our hands clean. We just tell them where the shipment was taken to after we receive the money."
The group kept quiet and listened. They also seemed to think it was a decent plan. "But if that happens, the Russians will probably steal the weapons rather than burn them. They'll be armed for a war with the Asians. We can't have that happen either, they'll bring the war to Crown" Harry affirmed.
"Let's worry about one problem before we worry about the next. Let's just tell the Russians, anonymously so it doesn't bite us in the ass. That'll at least give us time to think of our next move. I just don't see an upside of doing this ourselves. So many things can go wrong guys, it's far too risky" Tony finished before calling for a vote.
"All in favor?" Harry asked. "Me, Aye" Harry agreed. Charles and all the others did too, an unanimous decision. The meeting was declared adjourned once all the members left the room. Harry leaned on the door-frame as Isabel went to him. "So what happened in there?" she asked him. "Nothing baby. The boy's changing" Harry whispered. "It's that nurse he's been with, she's getting to his head" Isabel responded. "Did he tell you?" Harry asked his wife. "Tell me what?" Isabel asked, Harry pausing and not saying anything.
Tony in the meantime had walked up to Eva, taking her by the hand. "Let's get outta here E" he said, but was interrupted by Jasmine. "Sorry to interrupt Tony, but.....I'm a little worried about Maria, she wasn't feeling good last night and didn't show up this morning for work. I couldn't get a hold of her either, so I was wondering.............if.......you could go check up on her? I told Isabel, but she didn't really think anything of it" he stated, raising her shoulders without the knowledge of what to do about the entire situation.
"Yeah, I'll go check up on her. Thanks Jasmine" Tony nodded, taking Eva with him outside the bar. He turned to her before getting on his bike. "I'm going to check up on Maria. I know you two don't get along for God knows what reason, but...........I could use your help E. If she's sick then I prefer if you were there with me" Tony disclosed, his hand still interlocked with hers. "But if not, I completely understand. I don't want to put you in a situation you're not comfortable with."
Approaching The Florence was the almighty mother of the Angels - Isabel. She parked her vehicle behind a familiar one, one that she disliked very much. He turned off the car and walked out, walking beside the clean SUV peeking through its untainted windows. "What's she doing here?" she asked herself, a look of disgust on her face. She also noticed another thing, Maria's ride was nowhere to be seen. "God damn that bitch!" she cursed, footsteps echoing as she reached the bar doors.
And then the queen made her entrance, turning heads from every individual. "Jasmine, come here sweetheart" she told the young bartender. Once the girl got up to her, Isabel took her by the shoulders and gave her a soft smile. "Why are you covering for Maria?" she asked without intent of scaring the child.
"She......ummm......called and said she was sick. I tried to call her back, but she wouldn't answer" Jasmine explained, returning back to work. Isabel placed her hand on her forehead and sighed as she walked towards the office. She passed up the bar without even noticing Eva, but suddenly stopped as though she forgot something. Those Maria issues just faded from her mind as the problems with Eva took their place. She turned around and faced the sitting woman and decided to sit next to her. "Why are you here?" she blurted out, not even saying hello or anything for that matter. "Tony isn't here, he's out on business with the boys, so maybe you should wait for him at your little........castle, princess. You don't belong around here hun, so I suggest you get going once you finish that drink, it's on the house" she smart-mouthed the girl, walking away and locking herself in the office to finish some paperwork.
In the meantime, Jasmine took the liberty to walk towards Eva. "Hey, she didn't mean that okay? Don't take her too seriously, she's like that with everyone at some point, especially girls that like her nephew Tony. Prospect said they should be back soon, so ten minutes tops" she said, being friendly and encouraging. Everyone at The Florence knew how Isabel acted around certain people. She had these two very opposite personalities, and sometimes they overlapped into a tough love kind of thing.
But anyway, just like Jasmine said, within ten minutes the sound of multiple motorcycles echoed outside the bar. As the sound dimmed, patched members entered the bar one by one, but none of them bearing a smile upon their faces. Harry went straight towards the office to meet with his wife. Thomas went to the new Prospect and started chatting with him. Charles walked up to the bar and was given a glass of whiskey by Jasmine. He raised his glass to Eva and drank up quickly. "When you gonna let me hit that Jasmine?" he asked the young girl, his shades still on like always. "Stop playing" the bartender laughed, turning around to refill his glass. A couple more members entered, Tony being the last one. He immediately walked up to Eva and gave her a kiss. "Sorry for leaving this mornin', I didn't want to wake you" he said sincerely. He stood right next to her, picking up her hand. "D'you tell anyone yet?" he asked her, turning his eyes towards the ring. His business-frown had turned into a smile as he returned to face her. He couldn't believe he would soon marry this beautiful woman.
But the mood was ruined by Harry's call. "C'mon boys, we have to talk!" he yelled over the soft music. All the members started towards the office. "I'll be right back okay. We can go get something to eat afterwards" he smiled, planting yet another kiss on her lips. Once all the members - excluding the Prospect - were in the office room, Harry started to explain their next move. Isabel was standing beside her husband, her hand on his shoulders. "Can you give us a minute baby" Harry said, looking upward at her. "Yeah baby" she responded, kissing him then walking towards Tony. She kissed her nephew on the cheek and whispered, "I don't like that girl" like she always did. It was the same thing over and over with this woman. Despite Eva helping out with member injuries from time to time, she still didn't accept her as one of them. But that wasn't first priority right now, the group had bigger issues to settle.
Once Isabel left the office, the door was shut and locked. "Were going to take out one of the Asian's storage facilities after we receive our payment" Harry started, Tony's face already going against what Harry said. "We make it look like the Africans, just like Obinna asked, and that'll be that."
"It's not that easy Harry" Tony interrupted. "If we get caught...........everything goes to hell!" he urged. "And if they figure out it's us, they'll bring the fight to Gastown, we cannot let that happen."
"It wont" Charles said, always on Harry's side. "Charles is right Tony, we wont let that happen. We'll have Craig here deal with it like he always does, take Charles and Prospect with him. It's simple explosives right Craig?"
"Easy" Craig responded with his smokey tone. The guy nearly always had a smoke between his lips, going through two to three packs a day. It was ironic because he was usually in tip top shape despite his nasty habit. Of course, all the members had their occasional smoke, but nothing like Craig - he was unique. But anyhow, the debate continued with Tony speaking next. "We don't retaliate for other groups, it's not how we do things. This, this is just going to go bad. One mistake can cause us not only a contributor, but a friend. We do not retaliate."
"Call it a message. If we don't do this, we lose our gun business period. Obinna wont sell to us if he thinks we don't have his back."
"Obinna doesn't care about that, for him it's all about the money. He's not going to just give up on us because we don't deliver, he's not an idiot, he needs us to keep his business running smoothly" Tony added.
"He obviously has someone else he's selling to, or else why would he be sending guns through Providence?" Charles asked, not awaiting a response. "So he has another form of revenue that we don't know about. So if we don't do this, he'll cut us off without a doubt."
"Then I think its time to have a little talk with the Russians" Tony said. "Huh?" Harry asked, not understanding Tony's motive. "We have the Russians do our little dirty work. They have something against the Asians right? Why not have them take out the Asians' storage? It'll keep our hands clean. We just tell them where the shipment was taken to after we receive the money."
The group kept quiet and listened. They also seemed to think it was a decent plan. "But if that happens, the Russians will probably steal the weapons rather than burn them. They'll be armed for a war with the Asians. We can't have that happen either, they'll bring the war to Crown" Harry affirmed.
"Let's worry about one problem before we worry about the next. Let's just tell the Russians, anonymously so it doesn't bite us in the ass. That'll at least give us time to think of our next move. I just don't see an upside of doing this ourselves. So many things can go wrong guys, it's far too risky" Tony finished before calling for a vote.
"All in favor?" Harry asked. "Me, Aye" Harry agreed. Charles and all the others did too, an unanimous decision. The meeting was declared adjourned once all the members left the room. Harry leaned on the door-frame as Isabel went to him. "So what happened in there?" she asked him. "Nothing baby. The boy's changing" Harry whispered. "It's that nurse he's been with, she's getting to his head" Isabel responded. "Did he tell you?" Harry asked his wife. "Tell me what?" Isabel asked, Harry pausing and not saying anything.
Tony in the meantime had walked up to Eva, taking her by the hand. "Let's get outta here E" he said, but was interrupted by Jasmine. "Sorry to interrupt Tony, but.....I'm a little worried about Maria, she wasn't feeling good last night and didn't show up this morning for work. I couldn't get a hold of her either, so I was wondering.............if.......you could go check up on her? I told Isabel, but she didn't really think anything of it" he stated, raising her shoulders without the knowledge of what to do about the entire situation.
"Yeah, I'll go check up on her. Thanks Jasmine" Tony nodded, taking Eva with him outside the bar. He turned to her before getting on his bike. "I'm going to check up on Maria. I know you two don't get along for God knows what reason, but...........I could use your help E. If she's sick then I prefer if you were there with me" Tony disclosed, his hand still interlocked with hers. "But if not, I completely understand. I don't want to put you in a situation you're not comfortable with."
Chief Frank Lakey - Office - Brewer
Before being interrupted by a pissed off stallion, the chief was smoking his daily cigarette. It was an expensive piece of work that cigar, filled with all kinds of enjoyable nicotine and tobaccos - Gastown's finest. But as an all american american busted through his office door - uninvited - the Chief was stripped of his enjoyment. It was Detective Brewer, the guy who was up the Chief's butt all the time about the Angels. Not only till a couple days ago did the Chief find out he had a personal vendetta with the gang, making him sort of a problem.
And the problem just escalated when a sudden piece of paper crashed on his desk. "What's this?" the Chief asked before taking a look at the material. He sat up on his chair and rolled towards his desk. As he took the paper, he put on his reading glasses, thinking it was some documents or something of the sort. But as he looked at what it was, he gulped. Especially with the detective's irresponsible comment. "You're stalking me now?" he asked the detective, throwing the picture at him. "I like the beer, you got a problem with that kid?" the older gentleman stated. Though he was old, he wasn't stupid.
"You're outside your jurisdiction kid, don't think you can come to Gastown and do what you want. You're supposed to be getting intel on the Angels, not your superiors. You've got what? Three more weeks to find something, unless you want to end up back in central, dealing with those thieves and thugs. You best watch yourself" the Chief added, pulling out a couple papers from his own desk.
"If you want to stick around, I suggest you get out there and start doing your job, not run some stupid vendetta against the Angels. Now get the hell out of my office!" he cried out as he started to fill out paperwork. But before he left, he decided to give him a little trouble. "I'm giving you a partner for the time being. You'll be sticking with Jon from now on, rookie of the year. Teach him something useful wont you. Any problems with that detective?"
Anthony/Harry - Outside The Florence - Fallen Angels
After about twenty something minutes, Tony finally reached the bar - all the guys waiting on their bikes looking towards their watches. The VP didn't even bother to park, instead stopped right in front of everyone with a smile on his face, despite his laxity. Harry looked at him both angry and confused. "What the hell you smiling for son?!" he questioned over the revving of all the Harley bikes. Tony smirked before answering, turning his engine off by the switch of the key. The gang followed by example and turned their bikes off to hear what Tony had to say.
"I asked her to marry me last night" the young gang member announced. His excitement was obvious, it was all over his facial expression. Despite his tough guy wardrobe, he - like everyone else - was a person with emotions, joy being one of them.
"I'm guessing that by your smile, she said yes" Harry responded, taking off his helmet as he got off his bike. "C'mere son" the president said to his vp as the two men started for each other. The men embraced in a man-hug as Harry complimented his son. "Thought you didn't like her Harry" Tony said as the two men let go of each other. "I like Eva, just not when your Auntie is around" the old man laughed as he returned to his bike. Thomas, Charles, and a couple other members also embraced Tony to congratulate him. "Did you tell you Aunt yet, by the way?" Harry asked.
"I'll tell her after the run. Not lookin' forward to it though" Tony chuckled as his engine roared once again. The other multiple engines also started making that beautiful busty noise. It was like music to these guy's ears. The sound of a motorcycle was harmonious, a sweet melody that kept all of them sane in some odd way. Though most people think Harley's as loud creaking machines, the Fallen have taken them as a symbol of their brotherhood.
But anyhow, it was time to pick up some guns from the Africans, then deliver them to the Asians. Sot he gang quickly gained speed and rushed down the streets of Gastown. "Were goin' to Harold's right?! That's the plan?!" Tony called out as he rode next to Harry. "Sorry kid, things didn't work out the way we planned! Were running the first plan!" And with that, Tony decided to actually stop at a stop sign. Harry stopped next to him, the guys behind them. "What the hell Harry! I told you, it isn't safe to run the trucks through Gastown!"
"Calm down! I know that, that's why were taking them to Jensen, straight off of Lakeview and Gastown borderline. It's up north anyway, he'll deliver the trucks to Providence for a small fee. Keeps us out of anyone's eyes, no trouble" Harry explained, pissed at Tony's sudden explosion. Tony nodded in agreement. "If you'd of gotten to the bar earlier, you'd of known" Harry's smart-ass attitude exposed itself.
The ride then continued as the bikers reached Jensen's hotel lot within a little over half an hour. Before going for Jensen, Harry, Charles and Tony walked towards the truck's which were already there. Waiting outside them were four Africans, one of them being Obinna himself - which was very unexpected, the man never did his own dirty work. "Obinna, my pal, what's going on brotha?" Harry called out as the two men shook hands - also handed over an envelope with money. "Haven't seen you in a while Mr. McCray. So double the shipment today huh? What do y'all have planned?"
"Just stocking up Obinna, nothing else. May I ask why you're here? You never transport the trucks" Tony barged in. He didn't trust Obinna, despite their three year old partnership with his gang. "I need a favor" Obinna started, his arms now crossed. The guy was like 6'3 and rather slim. He always wore a very expensive suit too, gang tattoo usually in the inner bottom lip, a panther or something. They called themselves the Tribals due to their heritage class. They were all African Immigrants, most of them illegal, but still making business work.
Anyhow, Obinna then continued. "We've been having a little problem. Just two days ago the Asians decided to attack one of our trucks. It was heading out of Crown to Taledo. Partially our fault for having the driver go through Providence, but still a problem."
"What do you want us to?" Harry asked, also crossing his arms. "Retaliation. You take out a couple of Asians out there in Providence in our name, we'll pay you back with a free shipment. Have to make it loud though, I want them to know the Tribals aren't to be messed with" Obinna answered. Again Tony jumped in. "Why don't y'all just do it yourself?" Harry turned to Tony and agreed with a nod. "Yeah, we don't want another gang war in Crown, Obinna. Last one killed a couple civilians, we don't want that blood on our hands again."
"Between us. Because of this double shipment, I'm currently a bit unprepared for any form of attack. My next import comes in a month or two, wont have anything before then. All I ask is for you all to take down one of their storage. Y'all do good work when it comes to clean. They'll think it was us, but of course, the Asians never retaliate, we all know that. They just keep quiet" Obinna stated.
Harry extended his hand and shook Obinna's. "I'll see what we can do" the man stated as the two departed. Obinna and his crew jumped in their parked vehicles and drove off. Thomas had came out with Jensen at the time and had already explained the situation. "I'll have them at Providence by three."
"Alright Jensen. Thank you" Thomas stated, handing over yet another envelope. When he came back to the group, he nodded to assure the others everything went as planned. "Let's roll gang" Harry said, everyone jumping on their bikes at the same time as if synchronized. With that, the Angels closed the deal and headed back to the bar.
Before being interrupted by a pissed off stallion, the chief was smoking his daily cigarette. It was an expensive piece of work that cigar, filled with all kinds of enjoyable nicotine and tobaccos - Gastown's finest. But as an all american american busted through his office door - uninvited - the Chief was stripped of his enjoyment. It was Detective Brewer, the guy who was up the Chief's butt all the time about the Angels. Not only till a couple days ago did the Chief find out he had a personal vendetta with the gang, making him sort of a problem.
And the problem just escalated when a sudden piece of paper crashed on his desk. "What's this?" the Chief asked before taking a look at the material. He sat up on his chair and rolled towards his desk. As he took the paper, he put on his reading glasses, thinking it was some documents or something of the sort. But as he looked at what it was, he gulped. Especially with the detective's irresponsible comment. "You're stalking me now?" he asked the detective, throwing the picture at him. "I like the beer, you got a problem with that kid?" the older gentleman stated. Though he was old, he wasn't stupid.
"You're outside your jurisdiction kid, don't think you can come to Gastown and do what you want. You're supposed to be getting intel on the Angels, not your superiors. You've got what? Three more weeks to find something, unless you want to end up back in central, dealing with those thieves and thugs. You best watch yourself" the Chief added, pulling out a couple papers from his own desk.
"If you want to stick around, I suggest you get out there and start doing your job, not run some stupid vendetta against the Angels. Now get the hell out of my office!" he cried out as he started to fill out paperwork. But before he left, he decided to give him a little trouble. "I'm giving you a partner for the time being. You'll be sticking with Jon from now on, rookie of the year. Teach him something useful wont you. Any problems with that detective?"
Anthony/Harry - Outside The Florence - Fallen Angels
After about twenty something minutes, Tony finally reached the bar - all the guys waiting on their bikes looking towards their watches. The VP didn't even bother to park, instead stopped right in front of everyone with a smile on his face, despite his laxity. Harry looked at him both angry and confused. "What the hell you smiling for son?!" he questioned over the revving of all the Harley bikes. Tony smirked before answering, turning his engine off by the switch of the key. The gang followed by example and turned their bikes off to hear what Tony had to say.
"I asked her to marry me last night" the young gang member announced. His excitement was obvious, it was all over his facial expression. Despite his tough guy wardrobe, he - like everyone else - was a person with emotions, joy being one of them.
"I'm guessing that by your smile, she said yes" Harry responded, taking off his helmet as he got off his bike. "C'mere son" the president said to his vp as the two men started for each other. The men embraced in a man-hug as Harry complimented his son. "Thought you didn't like her Harry" Tony said as the two men let go of each other. "I like Eva, just not when your Auntie is around" the old man laughed as he returned to his bike. Thomas, Charles, and a couple other members also embraced Tony to congratulate him. "Did you tell you Aunt yet, by the way?" Harry asked.
"I'll tell her after the run. Not lookin' forward to it though" Tony chuckled as his engine roared once again. The other multiple engines also started making that beautiful busty noise. It was like music to these guy's ears. The sound of a motorcycle was harmonious, a sweet melody that kept all of them sane in some odd way. Though most people think Harley's as loud creaking machines, the Fallen have taken them as a symbol of their brotherhood.
But anyhow, it was time to pick up some guns from the Africans, then deliver them to the Asians. Sot he gang quickly gained speed and rushed down the streets of Gastown. "Were goin' to Harold's right?! That's the plan?!" Tony called out as he rode next to Harry. "Sorry kid, things didn't work out the way we planned! Were running the first plan!" And with that, Tony decided to actually stop at a stop sign. Harry stopped next to him, the guys behind them. "What the hell Harry! I told you, it isn't safe to run the trucks through Gastown!"
"Calm down! I know that, that's why were taking them to Jensen, straight off of Lakeview and Gastown borderline. It's up north anyway, he'll deliver the trucks to Providence for a small fee. Keeps us out of anyone's eyes, no trouble" Harry explained, pissed at Tony's sudden explosion. Tony nodded in agreement. "If you'd of gotten to the bar earlier, you'd of known" Harry's smart-ass attitude exposed itself.
The ride then continued as the bikers reached Jensen's hotel lot within a little over half an hour. Before going for Jensen, Harry, Charles and Tony walked towards the truck's which were already there. Waiting outside them were four Africans, one of them being Obinna himself - which was very unexpected, the man never did his own dirty work. "Obinna, my pal, what's going on brotha?" Harry called out as the two men shook hands - also handed over an envelope with money. "Haven't seen you in a while Mr. McCray. So double the shipment today huh? What do y'all have planned?"
"Just stocking up Obinna, nothing else. May I ask why you're here? You never transport the trucks" Tony barged in. He didn't trust Obinna, despite their three year old partnership with his gang. "I need a favor" Obinna started, his arms now crossed. The guy was like 6'3 and rather slim. He always wore a very expensive suit too, gang tattoo usually in the inner bottom lip, a panther or something. They called themselves the Tribals due to their heritage class. They were all African Immigrants, most of them illegal, but still making business work.
Anyhow, Obinna then continued. "We've been having a little problem. Just two days ago the Asians decided to attack one of our trucks. It was heading out of Crown to Taledo. Partially our fault for having the driver go through Providence, but still a problem."
"What do you want us to?" Harry asked, also crossing his arms. "Retaliation. You take out a couple of Asians out there in Providence in our name, we'll pay you back with a free shipment. Have to make it loud though, I want them to know the Tribals aren't to be messed with" Obinna answered. Again Tony jumped in. "Why don't y'all just do it yourself?" Harry turned to Tony and agreed with a nod. "Yeah, we don't want another gang war in Crown, Obinna. Last one killed a couple civilians, we don't want that blood on our hands again."
"Between us. Because of this double shipment, I'm currently a bit unprepared for any form of attack. My next import comes in a month or two, wont have anything before then. All I ask is for you all to take down one of their storage. Y'all do good work when it comes to clean. They'll think it was us, but of course, the Asians never retaliate, we all know that. They just keep quiet" Obinna stated.
Harry extended his hand and shook Obinna's. "I'll see what we can do" the man stated as the two departed. Obinna and his crew jumped in their parked vehicles and drove off. Thomas had came out with Jensen at the time and had already explained the situation. "I'll have them at Providence by three."
"Alright Jensen. Thank you" Thomas stated, handing over yet another envelope. When he came back to the group, he nodded to assure the others everything went as planned. "Let's roll gang" Harry said, everyone jumping on their bikes at the same time as if synchronized. With that, the Angels closed the deal and headed back to the bar.
Tony - Morning at home - Eva
An alarm was not set, but the sound of one echoed through the house. That sudden sharpness of sound made Tony's eyelids pop open. He the started rubbing his face with his hands, trying to wake up as he sat forward, legs off the bed. He turned to see his soon to be wife, her gorgeous red hair all over the place. Tony couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he started to brush it from her face. By this time, the sound had stopped.
Tony realized she was still asleep so kept quiet as he kissed her forehead. He couldn't help but just sit there and look at her for a second, mesmerized by how hot she was - and peaceful of course, but mainly her hottest.
Anyhow, the sound started again, this time, the sound was readible. It was the ringtone to Tony's phone, probably Harry or Isabel wondering where he was. In the nude, tony got up from the bed and walked towards the living room near the sofa - the place the two had the most fun the night before. He crouched over and put on his boxers before digging through the other clothes. After finding the phone, he flipped it open and answered.
"Yea?" He started, not sure who it was yet.
"Where the hell are you kid? Were heading out to pick up the package in thirty minutes!" It was clearly Harry, not only by his voice, but the anger behind it. Tony didn't know how to answer at first, but knew that if he wanted to, he could get to the bar on time. So then came the decision, and as he turned to his left, he found it. "I'm on my way" he stated, hanging up and quickly put on his pants. He dressed as fast as he could, throwing over his shirt, putting on his socks and shoes, and finally, going to his left and pulling his patched vest off the chair.
But before leaving, he walked back to the room and payed on the doorframe - hands in his pockets. He smiled one last time before rushing out and roaring his bike before taking off. The monstrous growl pierced the silent morning.
On his ride, he could see the difference in class between some people in Gastown compared to his people. As a nurse, Eva made pretty good money compared to other professions. He was proud of his old lady, proud that she didn't need to involve herself in the club business to be successful. It gave him a peace of mind one could say. It was all going to work out, it always did.
An alarm was not set, but the sound of one echoed through the house. That sudden sharpness of sound made Tony's eyelids pop open. He the started rubbing his face with his hands, trying to wake up as he sat forward, legs off the bed. He turned to see his soon to be wife, her gorgeous red hair all over the place. Tony couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he started to brush it from her face. By this time, the sound had stopped.
Tony realized she was still asleep so kept quiet as he kissed her forehead. He couldn't help but just sit there and look at her for a second, mesmerized by how hot she was - and peaceful of course, but mainly her hottest.
Anyhow, the sound started again, this time, the sound was readible. It was the ringtone to Tony's phone, probably Harry or Isabel wondering where he was. In the nude, tony got up from the bed and walked towards the living room near the sofa - the place the two had the most fun the night before. He crouched over and put on his boxers before digging through the other clothes. After finding the phone, he flipped it open and answered.
"Yea?" He started, not sure who it was yet.
"Where the hell are you kid? Were heading out to pick up the package in thirty minutes!" It was clearly Harry, not only by his voice, but the anger behind it. Tony didn't know how to answer at first, but knew that if he wanted to, he could get to the bar on time. So then came the decision, and as he turned to his left, he found it. "I'm on my way" he stated, hanging up and quickly put on his pants. He dressed as fast as he could, throwing over his shirt, putting on his socks and shoes, and finally, going to his left and pulling his patched vest off the chair.
But before leaving, he walked back to the room and payed on the doorframe - hands in his pockets. He smiled one last time before rushing out and roaring his bike before taking off. The monstrous growl pierced the silent morning.
On his ride, he could see the difference in class between some people in Gastown compared to his people. As a nurse, Eva made pretty good money compared to other professions. He was proud of his old lady, proud that she didn't need to involve herself in the club business to be successful. It gave him a peace of mind one could say. It was all going to work out, it always did.
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Anthony/Eva - Goodnight
Without patience, Anthony decided to start the party by opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels. The front door had not been opened yet by the time he swallowed one-fourth of the total substance. But suddenly, the door did open, and there stood the beautiful nurse.
Tony’s eyes locked on to her thighs as they were rather revealing. He then moved up her body, making sure to stay tuned to her figure. Soon enough he reached her eyes, finally making eye-contact. By that time he was a little bit drunk - or a similar sensation.
”Well well. There you are, Anthony Teixeira.”
Anthony smiled at her tone, thinking of a way to respond and not sound like a complete idiot. Despite their two year relationship, Tony had those times where he made himself a target of his own stupidity. So once he figured out what to say, he went right ahead and blurted out.
“Yea…….sorry I’m late Doc. Hope this makes up for my tardiness” he started, shaking the bottle in his hand as he got closer to her. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “This too” he finished as his lips came in contact with hers. He then forced his entry as he lifted her off her feet. He laughed silently, having a hard time finding the doorknob to close the door.
Eva watched Tony’s eyes, as they weren’t exactly pointed at her face when she first looked at him. She tilted her head to the side, waiting and chuckling to herself a bit until his face finally took in hers. She grinned a bit wider then, giving a little wave as if to say Yes, my face is up here. She crossed her arms loosely while he explained showing up almost an hour after her text by waving a bottle of Jack, moving her arms to come together behind his neck when he pulled her close and kissed her. She closed her eyes briefly to kiss him back, letting out a muffled noise when he lifted her up and tried walking inside while closing the door. Laughing, Eva adjusted herself to wrap her legs around his waist, and used her foot to slam the door closed.
”You’re already drunk, aren’t you?” she asked, holding onto him by squeezing his waist lightly with her knees and her hands resting on his shoulders. Her eyes looked into his with an expression like a mix of a scolding mother’s and a friend who wanted to join in.
“Uhhh…….just a little” Tony joked, though it wasn’t completely humor. There was some truth in his statement, but with his laughter following it, it made it cute some would say.
As he neared the sofa, he let of of the bottle, allowing it to crash - unharmed - against the carpet. He took the luxury to place both his hands on her ass. He felt her body heat all over him, knowing what she wanted by the look in her eyes. Luckily, he was in the mood for the same thing - if ya know what I mean. As he got closer to the sofa, he did a one-eighty degree turn and threw his back against the leather seating, having Eva land on top of him as he went down. He breathed on her neck as he reached in for a soft kiss, his fingers swaying gently through her spine. He then paused to take off his vest, throwing it to the side - a symbol of the difference in commitment between family and gang. Though the gang was considered family, there was a boundary between that and what was happening now.
A few hours later......
Without having to think of his next saying, Tony looked at Eva’s hand and intertwined it with his own. He brought her hand towards his lips and kissed the top of it. “You….” he started, followed by another kiss. “...are…” another kiss. “....Beautiful” he finished, emphasizing the ‘B’. The man then started to scoot upward towards the pillows on the bed, using his elbows to maneuver his way there. He used his finger to indicate his hot nurse to join him, and she did. Soon enough, he had his arm around her shoulders and was making sure he didn’t miss any of his kisses, taking advantage of her closeness. As he played with her hair, he started to stare at the ceiling above. “You know……”
“Last time I came over, I left you a little sumthin’ in this drawer over here” he said, turning towards her night table. Some people would say Tony based his decisions and actions on instinct, but they would be wrong. The biker rolled over in order to open the small drawer and pulled out a black square box. But before showing her - keeping the box hidden behind his back as he returned to face her - he needed something. “I’ve got something here for you, but I need you to answer something first. Well, I know this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but……..whatever. Hahah.”
He paused for a second to breathe. Then he revealed to her the box - which most women would know exactly what it was. “I wanted to do it over dinner, but hey, I just couldn’t help myself, you were too hot. Haha. Anyhow….” he opened the box, inside, a ring. “We’ve been with each other for a while now, so I hope I ain’t messin’ it up here. Sexy redhead nurse Eva Hardin……...will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Eva smirked as Tony intertwined his hand with hers, watching him with happy eyes while he kissed her skin and expressed once more just how beautiful she was to him. She tilted her head back, seeing Tony upside down as he scooted up towards the pillows until he motioned for her to come to him. She held a devious look once more, though she had a hard time helping it around him. Her thoughts often drifted off to various roads when she was with him, many of them making her smirk.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to him before falling to his side and resting her head on his shoulder comfortably. She kissed him, softly, slowly, multiple times as his arm held her close to him. She nuzzled into him a bit when he pulled back, closing her eyes for the moment while he looked at the ceiling, enjoying these moments with him more than any others in her memories.
Eva opened her eyes when he spoke again, looking at him curiously when he said he left something for her. “You know I never look in that drawer,” she frowned, half pouting as if she’d missed something grand. She laid her head down on the pillow as he rolled to retrieve whatever it was. When he rolled back and didn’t hand it to her right away though, she lifted up on her elbow, trying to peek behind him. “Why are you hiding it? Gimme,” she said, trying to reach over him and smiling a bit, though he kept it out of her reach. She finally gave in and flopped back down onto her side, blowing a piece of hair from her face and watching Tony.
When Tony did show her the box, she didn’t get it at first. She knew it was jewelry, but it wasn’t clicking. She started to reach out for it when he said he’d wanted to do it over dinner. For some reason, that made the light bulb turn on and she froze. Her eyes went a bit wide, lips parting, and she felt her cheeks go numb and kind of fuzzy. He was still speaking and she was watching him still, taking everything in though it was getting harder to breathe, like her lungs didn’t want to inhale. Will you do the honor of marrying me?
She forced herself to swallow looking mesmerized as she stared at the engagement ring. “Yes… of course I will Tony,” she breathed, looking shocked. But as the ring went on her finger, the realization of what it meant weighted her mind like the jewelry did to her finger. She smiled wider than he’d probably ever seen, and wrapped her arms around him tightly, squeezing him hard. She held onto him before laughing and pulling back, reaching her head up and thumping him lightly on the forehead. “You kept my engagement in my night stand? You idiot,” she smirked, moving her hands to the sides of his face and pulling him to her so she could kiss him deeply. After the long, intimate kiss, she pulled back as if another realization hit her. “And you propose to me naked on my bed at what, 2 in the morning?” she said, gasping in mock shame before winking at him and grinning. She scooted back to him and cuddled into his chest, mind going 90 miles an hour. “What the hell am I supposed to tell my mom when she asked how you proposed huh jackass?” she said, still unable to wipe the grin from her lips and she mumbled against his skin. The happiness that was moving about inside of her was uncontainable, filling her up like it would never go away.
When she said she would marry him, Tony couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It was like a huge burden was stripped from atop his shoulders. There was also that look of happiness written all over Eva’s face. He loved making her happy, he strived to do so. There were times in their relationship that he didn’t do so, having the exact opposite effect with her, but the two always pulled through. It was obvious to him that if he wanted to make it work, he would have to pay more attention to her than before.
But suddenly, those thoughts faded as she started to interrogate him. Even still it was sometimes difficult for him to realize she was being sarcastic. But again, when he saw that grin in her face, he could read her like a book. And when the kiss came, one just knew she was the one. He had not made a mistake, but was blessed with his successful decision. He took her by the hand, looking at the ring as she ranted sarcasm after sarcasm. He laughed at everything she was saying. “Just tell your momma that…….well……..Just tell her how juicy our night went….Hahahaha” he started laughing, unable to finish. “The old woman needs some excitement” he laughed again. “Now come on, give me another kiss. A kiss goodnight, cuz I’m tired” he stated, snoring fakely, acting like he already fell asleep.
Eva moved her hand from his and hit the back of his head lightly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Ah, but that grin that wouldn’t go away gave it up. “I am NOT telling my mom that!” she laughed, leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly, making a satisfying kiss noise when she parted her lips from his. “You think you’re tired. I coulda wore you out more if I wanted,” she teased, closing her eyes, though she opened them for one more peek at the ring on her finger. She sighed contentedly, cuddling up to him again and thinking in her mind how they were engaged now. He was her fiance. She was his fiancee. They were going to get married. It was almost hard to wrap her mind around it after so long of just being his girlfriend, but she loved it. And loved him. “Goodnight Tony,” she whispered, a lot of emotions swirling in the soft tone she used with him and the gentle way she laid her hands against him.
Trying to match the same emotion in her words, Tony spoke. “Night E, love you.”
Without patience, Anthony decided to start the party by opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels. The front door had not been opened yet by the time he swallowed one-fourth of the total substance. But suddenly, the door did open, and there stood the beautiful nurse.
Tony’s eyes locked on to her thighs as they were rather revealing. He then moved up her body, making sure to stay tuned to her figure. Soon enough he reached her eyes, finally making eye-contact. By that time he was a little bit drunk - or a similar sensation.
”Well well. There you are, Anthony Teixeira.”
Anthony smiled at her tone, thinking of a way to respond and not sound like a complete idiot. Despite their two year relationship, Tony had those times where he made himself a target of his own stupidity. So once he figured out what to say, he went right ahead and blurted out.
“Yea…….sorry I’m late Doc. Hope this makes up for my tardiness” he started, shaking the bottle in his hand as he got closer to her. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “This too” he finished as his lips came in contact with hers. He then forced his entry as he lifted her off her feet. He laughed silently, having a hard time finding the doorknob to close the door.
Eva watched Tony’s eyes, as they weren’t exactly pointed at her face when she first looked at him. She tilted her head to the side, waiting and chuckling to herself a bit until his face finally took in hers. She grinned a bit wider then, giving a little wave as if to say Yes, my face is up here. She crossed her arms loosely while he explained showing up almost an hour after her text by waving a bottle of Jack, moving her arms to come together behind his neck when he pulled her close and kissed her. She closed her eyes briefly to kiss him back, letting out a muffled noise when he lifted her up and tried walking inside while closing the door. Laughing, Eva adjusted herself to wrap her legs around his waist, and used her foot to slam the door closed.
”You’re already drunk, aren’t you?” she asked, holding onto him by squeezing his waist lightly with her knees and her hands resting on his shoulders. Her eyes looked into his with an expression like a mix of a scolding mother’s and a friend who wanted to join in.
“Uhhh…….just a little” Tony joked, though it wasn’t completely humor. There was some truth in his statement, but with his laughter following it, it made it cute some would say.
As he neared the sofa, he let of of the bottle, allowing it to crash - unharmed - against the carpet. He took the luxury to place both his hands on her ass. He felt her body heat all over him, knowing what she wanted by the look in her eyes. Luckily, he was in the mood for the same thing - if ya know what I mean. As he got closer to the sofa, he did a one-eighty degree turn and threw his back against the leather seating, having Eva land on top of him as he went down. He breathed on her neck as he reached in for a soft kiss, his fingers swaying gently through her spine. He then paused to take off his vest, throwing it to the side - a symbol of the difference in commitment between family and gang. Though the gang was considered family, there was a boundary between that and what was happening now.
A few hours later......
Without having to think of his next saying, Tony looked at Eva’s hand and intertwined it with his own. He brought her hand towards his lips and kissed the top of it. “You….” he started, followed by another kiss. “...are…” another kiss. “....Beautiful” he finished, emphasizing the ‘B’. The man then started to scoot upward towards the pillows on the bed, using his elbows to maneuver his way there. He used his finger to indicate his hot nurse to join him, and she did. Soon enough, he had his arm around her shoulders and was making sure he didn’t miss any of his kisses, taking advantage of her closeness. As he played with her hair, he started to stare at the ceiling above. “You know……”
“Last time I came over, I left you a little sumthin’ in this drawer over here” he said, turning towards her night table. Some people would say Tony based his decisions and actions on instinct, but they would be wrong. The biker rolled over in order to open the small drawer and pulled out a black square box. But before showing her - keeping the box hidden behind his back as he returned to face her - he needed something. “I’ve got something here for you, but I need you to answer something first. Well, I know this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but……..whatever. Hahah.”
He paused for a second to breathe. Then he revealed to her the box - which most women would know exactly what it was. “I wanted to do it over dinner, but hey, I just couldn’t help myself, you were too hot. Haha. Anyhow….” he opened the box, inside, a ring. “We’ve been with each other for a while now, so I hope I ain’t messin’ it up here. Sexy redhead nurse Eva Hardin……...will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Eva smirked as Tony intertwined his hand with hers, watching him with happy eyes while he kissed her skin and expressed once more just how beautiful she was to him. She tilted her head back, seeing Tony upside down as he scooted up towards the pillows until he motioned for her to come to him. She held a devious look once more, though she had a hard time helping it around him. Her thoughts often drifted off to various roads when she was with him, many of them making her smirk.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to him before falling to his side and resting her head on his shoulder comfortably. She kissed him, softly, slowly, multiple times as his arm held her close to him. She nuzzled into him a bit when he pulled back, closing her eyes for the moment while he looked at the ceiling, enjoying these moments with him more than any others in her memories.
Eva opened her eyes when he spoke again, looking at him curiously when he said he left something for her. “You know I never look in that drawer,” she frowned, half pouting as if she’d missed something grand. She laid her head down on the pillow as he rolled to retrieve whatever it was. When he rolled back and didn’t hand it to her right away though, she lifted up on her elbow, trying to peek behind him. “Why are you hiding it? Gimme,” she said, trying to reach over him and smiling a bit, though he kept it out of her reach. She finally gave in and flopped back down onto her side, blowing a piece of hair from her face and watching Tony.
When Tony did show her the box, she didn’t get it at first. She knew it was jewelry, but it wasn’t clicking. She started to reach out for it when he said he’d wanted to do it over dinner. For some reason, that made the light bulb turn on and she froze. Her eyes went a bit wide, lips parting, and she felt her cheeks go numb and kind of fuzzy. He was still speaking and she was watching him still, taking everything in though it was getting harder to breathe, like her lungs didn’t want to inhale. Will you do the honor of marrying me?
She forced herself to swallow looking mesmerized as she stared at the engagement ring. “Yes… of course I will Tony,” she breathed, looking shocked. But as the ring went on her finger, the realization of what it meant weighted her mind like the jewelry did to her finger. She smiled wider than he’d probably ever seen, and wrapped her arms around him tightly, squeezing him hard. She held onto him before laughing and pulling back, reaching her head up and thumping him lightly on the forehead. “You kept my engagement in my night stand? You idiot,” she smirked, moving her hands to the sides of his face and pulling him to her so she could kiss him deeply. After the long, intimate kiss, she pulled back as if another realization hit her. “And you propose to me naked on my bed at what, 2 in the morning?” she said, gasping in mock shame before winking at him and grinning. She scooted back to him and cuddled into his chest, mind going 90 miles an hour. “What the hell am I supposed to tell my mom when she asked how you proposed huh jackass?” she said, still unable to wipe the grin from her lips and she mumbled against his skin. The happiness that was moving about inside of her was uncontainable, filling her up like it would never go away.
When she said she would marry him, Tony couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It was like a huge burden was stripped from atop his shoulders. There was also that look of happiness written all over Eva’s face. He loved making her happy, he strived to do so. There were times in their relationship that he didn’t do so, having the exact opposite effect with her, but the two always pulled through. It was obvious to him that if he wanted to make it work, he would have to pay more attention to her than before.
But suddenly, those thoughts faded as she started to interrogate him. Even still it was sometimes difficult for him to realize she was being sarcastic. But again, when he saw that grin in her face, he could read her like a book. And when the kiss came, one just knew she was the one. He had not made a mistake, but was blessed with his successful decision. He took her by the hand, looking at the ring as she ranted sarcasm after sarcasm. He laughed at everything she was saying. “Just tell your momma that…….well……..Just tell her how juicy our night went….Hahahaha” he started laughing, unable to finish. “The old woman needs some excitement” he laughed again. “Now come on, give me another kiss. A kiss goodnight, cuz I’m tired” he stated, snoring fakely, acting like he already fell asleep.
Eva moved her hand from his and hit the back of his head lightly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Ah, but that grin that wouldn’t go away gave it up. “I am NOT telling my mom that!” she laughed, leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly, making a satisfying kiss noise when she parted her lips from his. “You think you’re tired. I coulda wore you out more if I wanted,” she teased, closing her eyes, though she opened them for one more peek at the ring on her finger. She sighed contentedly, cuddling up to him again and thinking in her mind how they were engaged now. He was her fiance. She was his fiancee. They were going to get married. It was almost hard to wrap her mind around it after so long of just being his girlfriend, but she loved it. And loved him. “Goodnight Tony,” she whispered, a lot of emotions swirling in the soft tone she used with him and the gentle way she laid her hands against him.
Trying to match the same emotion in her words, Tony spoke. “Night E, love you.”
Crossfire
Suddenly, over the echoes of a single gunshot, came two more. Then five, seven, twelve. It was the sound of two different firearms shooting in unison. From a distance, one could see three different figures or three different sizes running towards the vehicles. Those with hawk-eye vision would know it was DeSean, Hank and Floyd. DeSean had made it to the small town and luckily ran into Hank and Floyd as the two were making their way out.
But unfortunately, it wasn't all good news when a shot rang out from where the vehicles were. A level up uprising started in DeSean's head when that happened, hoping everyone would be alright when they returned. To make things worse, walkers heard that same gunshot, following the noise and following the three survivors when they caught vision of them.
Anyhow, once DeSean was close enough to see what was happening, he moved quicker than the others and was the first to shoot. He took out the guy who was already on the ground with an arrow stuck in him. But his rage caused him to shoot multiple times rather than once or twice. Unlike DeSean, Floyd took only one shot, taking out the last of the three humanoid monsters.
Once the cannibals were immobilized, DeSean quickly yelled out to the group. "Let's get rolling! Walkers are on their way!" not addressing anything else but that. He didn't help Hank to the car. He didn't even bother to pack the weapons back in the SUV's trunk. He was more concerned in the big picture - survival.
Without hesitating, DeSean jumped in the SUV's driver's seat and started the vehicle. He turned to Jennifer who seemed phased at the moment - DeSean not understanding why. Hank took the liberty to jump in his pickup truck with Floyd and Imogen. He started it while looking out his window to see Heather near Seth's car. He didn't stop staring until Floyd nudged him to get going. Everything was happening so fast it didn't give anyone time to think. Where would they go? What happens now? Were questions they should have answered before moving on, but they didn't have that luxury.
Instead, they had to retreat and head back towards the unknown. They would probably go back to the intersection they had passed up and take the other route - at least that's what DeSean had in mind as he made a one-eighty and raced down the wet road, windshield wipers at full capacity. Even in that dark episode, DeSean was grateful nobody got hurt during his absence. Though it was close, no harm came to any of his friends.
Hank on the other hand was still worried. He had a hard time forgetting all the events that he had encountered in the last couple hours. The one specific image of Heather was just not fading away. As he drove, he bit his bottom lip furiously. Floyd looked at Hank, but then turned to the rode as he decided to let the man breathe, rather than be on his back. Floyd had seen those eyes many times, over and over again. Men broken down to pieces by mere incidents - it was an awful feeling.
Seth in the other vehicle was experiencing the same thing. When Heather had given him a gun back there, he had just thrown in it in the car rather than hold onto it. He didn't want a damn weapon - he didn't think he knew how to use it properly. In fact, truth was he didn't want to use the gun, because he didn't think he had the manpower to do it. Like Hank, he felt weaker than everything, feeling sorry for himself and his incapability of saving the lives of his friends. Being the last vehicle in the line of retreat, Seth felt as though he deserved to be in the back of the line. He hadn't even acknowledged Aaliyah yet, not wanting her to reassure him at the moment. What he wanted was silence, nothing more.
Suddenly, over the echoes of a single gunshot, came two more. Then five, seven, twelve. It was the sound of two different firearms shooting in unison. From a distance, one could see three different figures or three different sizes running towards the vehicles. Those with hawk-eye vision would know it was DeSean, Hank and Floyd. DeSean had made it to the small town and luckily ran into Hank and Floyd as the two were making their way out.
But unfortunately, it wasn't all good news when a shot rang out from where the vehicles were. A level up uprising started in DeSean's head when that happened, hoping everyone would be alright when they returned. To make things worse, walkers heard that same gunshot, following the noise and following the three survivors when they caught vision of them.
Anyhow, once DeSean was close enough to see what was happening, he moved quicker than the others and was the first to shoot. He took out the guy who was already on the ground with an arrow stuck in him. But his rage caused him to shoot multiple times rather than once or twice. Unlike DeSean, Floyd took only one shot, taking out the last of the three humanoid monsters.
Once the cannibals were immobilized, DeSean quickly yelled out to the group. "Let's get rolling! Walkers are on their way!" not addressing anything else but that. He didn't help Hank to the car. He didn't even bother to pack the weapons back in the SUV's trunk. He was more concerned in the big picture - survival.
Without hesitating, DeSean jumped in the SUV's driver's seat and started the vehicle. He turned to Jennifer who seemed phased at the moment - DeSean not understanding why. Hank took the liberty to jump in his pickup truck with Floyd and Imogen. He started it while looking out his window to see Heather near Seth's car. He didn't stop staring until Floyd nudged him to get going. Everything was happening so fast it didn't give anyone time to think. Where would they go? What happens now? Were questions they should have answered before moving on, but they didn't have that luxury.
Instead, they had to retreat and head back towards the unknown. They would probably go back to the intersection they had passed up and take the other route - at least that's what DeSean had in mind as he made a one-eighty and raced down the wet road, windshield wipers at full capacity. Even in that dark episode, DeSean was grateful nobody got hurt during his absence. Though it was close, no harm came to any of his friends.
Hank on the other hand was still worried. He had a hard time forgetting all the events that he had encountered in the last couple hours. The one specific image of Heather was just not fading away. As he drove, he bit his bottom lip furiously. Floyd looked at Hank, but then turned to the rode as he decided to let the man breathe, rather than be on his back. Floyd had seen those eyes many times, over and over again. Men broken down to pieces by mere incidents - it was an awful feeling.
Seth in the other vehicle was experiencing the same thing. When Heather had given him a gun back there, he had just thrown in it in the car rather than hold onto it. He didn't want a damn weapon - he didn't think he knew how to use it properly. In fact, truth was he didn't want to use the gun, because he didn't think he had the manpower to do it. Like Hank, he felt weaker than everything, feeling sorry for himself and his incapability of saving the lives of his friends. Being the last vehicle in the line of retreat, Seth felt as though he deserved to be in the back of the line. He hadn't even acknowledged Aaliyah yet, not wanting her to reassure him at the moment. What he wanted was silence, nothing more.
Well, we barely started yesterday. Here's the OOC
Anthony - Back Door - Tom
Before the VP had the backdoor's knob in his grasp, an unexpected arm crashed against his shoulders. "What the fu-" the biker started to then find out it was Tom. His first intention was to remove the guy's arm from his shoulders, but just smiled and nodded left and right. "Shit man, you can't be doin that stuff."
But then Tony realized he couldn't really do anything with a guy's arm restricting his movements, so removed Tom's arm. He continued to address what his pal had questioned. "Auntie said he's in the back, so right out here" he started, opening the door slightly. He suddenly stopped and closed the backdoor when Tom brought up their little issue. "I know" Tony whispered. "I noticed him too. I think it's that cop from a week ago. Same car I think. We don't tell Harry though, keep this between us for now, he's got a lot to worry about with those damn Asians."
Tony then opened the backdoor and allowed Tom to go through first. He followed of course and noticed Frank - Chief of Gastown Police - shaking hands with McCray. "Frank" Tony nodded a greeting. "Fellas. I was just leaving" the police man stated, walking passed the two younger Angels. Tony took that opportunity to stop Frank before he could leave and reached close to his ear. "Your detective's outside" he whispered.
McCray raised an eyebrow at Tony's actions. Once Frank left, he decided to question what he had told the cop. "What was that about?"
"Nuthin. Just lettin him know Maria's a little hungover if he wanted a good night, Hahaha" Tony lied. McCray nodded as he rubbed his eyes. "Let's go to my office you two" McCray ordered, walking passed the two, going back into the bar, and leading them into his office just aside from the bar. It was just a little room with a desk and a couple of arrangements. It was mainly used by Isabel for storing important papers, dealing with bills, and etc. McCray waited for the two to step in, then called Charles over as well. Once all four men were in the office, he shut the door and sat in the basic office chair. Tony and Charles took comfort on the sofa near the door.
"So..........what'd y'all find out?" McCray questioned with his arms tightly crossed. Tony turned to Charles and vice versa. Then the VP's eyes returned to the President's. "Russians moved out of the border. They don't seem to be pressing on anymore. Guess they have a clue that the Asians are getting shipments from somebody. They obviously don't want to start a war, it'd cost them too much right now."
Charles then kicked in. "I think it'd be best if we take the opportunity to sell the Asians double the usual. Two trucks, double the pay. They want to take over Taledo, let's give it to them, get them out of Crown."
McCray then leaned forward on the desk, obviously liking the idea. "Where do we get the money?" the leader questioned.
"Take it from the reserve. Keep the bank clean, keep the tellers from asking questions, done deal. Me and Tom can go meet with Obinna tomorrow, make the deal for double the guns. Tell the Asians we can deliver those guns the same day for double the price, done deal. They'll take it" Charles answered.
Tony turned with disagreement all over his face. "Double the shipment, double the risk!" he jumped. "We can't run two trucks in one day, that's insane. Obinna sends all his trucks from Lakeview. We then take it from there to the border to Telado where the Asians pick up their shipment. But with the Russians knowing something's coming, they're going to interfere. Even though they stepped back now, there isn't any guarantee they wont show up when we arrive. They're not idiots" Tony urged.
"Then we take a different route" McCray nodded. "Yeah. We take it from Lakeview through here. Through Gastown, then up North to Providence."
"And go through all those other counties? No way Harry, that wont work. PD will be all over us, no doubt about it" Tony continued to urge caution.
Suddenly, Tony's phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug inside and pulled it out a little to see the name of the messenger. It read "Eva" He quickly took the entire phone out and read the message. He couldn't help but smile and bite his bottom lip with his upper teeth. But as he turned to up to see McCray, the man had his hands raised in question. "What? Is it more important than this conversation?" the man asked sarcastically. Tony put the phone back in his pocket, not responding to the message.
"Alright. So. You and Charles will got to Obinna tomorrow asking for a second shipment. Take the reserve money we got. Talk to Isabel about it, tell her what it's for. Try and convince Obinna to bring the trucks here to Gastown. We'll keep them at Harold's shop down the street, make it look like an auto parts shipment. From there we take it up to Harris County, half the travel, half the danger. We have the Asians pick up the guns there, no need to travel all the way to Providence. No border trouble, no Russians. We get paid double, done deal. Sound good to everyone? Show of hands" McCay asked.
Tony raised his hand. Charles did too in agreement to the plan. McCray himself also raised his hand then brought it down as he stood. "Now let's have a drink. We'll call the Asian's tomorrow."
Tony quickly rose and walked out the door with his phone already in his hand. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, I'm going to Eva's."
"You're still with that girl?! You know your Aunt hates her. She thinks she's too petty or something" McCray yelled over the clients and bar doings. "She's great Harry. Auntie's just crazy!" Tony yelled back as he exited the bar with a bottle of very good liquor. He put it in his backpack, jumped on his bike, and raced home quickly on his thunderous Harley Night Rod Special. The sound of the roaring engine could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood.
Tony - Home - Eva
Never responding to the text, Anthony hoped to surprise his girl with a bottle of Smirnoff and a couple of seductive kisses. Hopefully the sound of his bike didn't give away his arrival, though it was obvious to him it probably did. He quickly jogged up to her front door and knocked twice, covering up the peephole with his gloved hand. He awaited her to open the door, hoping she didn't think he had arrived too late for the party. She had texted him about forty-five minutes before his arrival, so he felt he arrived a little too late for some reason.
As he awaited the door to open, he looked at the message one more time and couldn't stop smiling at the "Hint hint." part. That's the part he was looking most forward to.
Before the VP had the backdoor's knob in his grasp, an unexpected arm crashed against his shoulders. "What the fu-" the biker started to then find out it was Tom. His first intention was to remove the guy's arm from his shoulders, but just smiled and nodded left and right. "Shit man, you can't be doin that stuff."
But then Tony realized he couldn't really do anything with a guy's arm restricting his movements, so removed Tom's arm. He continued to address what his pal had questioned. "Auntie said he's in the back, so right out here" he started, opening the door slightly. He suddenly stopped and closed the backdoor when Tom brought up their little issue. "I know" Tony whispered. "I noticed him too. I think it's that cop from a week ago. Same car I think. We don't tell Harry though, keep this between us for now, he's got a lot to worry about with those damn Asians."
Tony then opened the backdoor and allowed Tom to go through first. He followed of course and noticed Frank - Chief of Gastown Police - shaking hands with McCray. "Frank" Tony nodded a greeting. "Fellas. I was just leaving" the police man stated, walking passed the two younger Angels. Tony took that opportunity to stop Frank before he could leave and reached close to his ear. "Your detective's outside" he whispered.
McCray raised an eyebrow at Tony's actions. Once Frank left, he decided to question what he had told the cop. "What was that about?"
"Nuthin. Just lettin him know Maria's a little hungover if he wanted a good night, Hahaha" Tony lied. McCray nodded as he rubbed his eyes. "Let's go to my office you two" McCray ordered, walking passed the two, going back into the bar, and leading them into his office just aside from the bar. It was just a little room with a desk and a couple of arrangements. It was mainly used by Isabel for storing important papers, dealing with bills, and etc. McCray waited for the two to step in, then called Charles over as well. Once all four men were in the office, he shut the door and sat in the basic office chair. Tony and Charles took comfort on the sofa near the door.
"So..........what'd y'all find out?" McCray questioned with his arms tightly crossed. Tony turned to Charles and vice versa. Then the VP's eyes returned to the President's. "Russians moved out of the border. They don't seem to be pressing on anymore. Guess they have a clue that the Asians are getting shipments from somebody. They obviously don't want to start a war, it'd cost them too much right now."
Charles then kicked in. "I think it'd be best if we take the opportunity to sell the Asians double the usual. Two trucks, double the pay. They want to take over Taledo, let's give it to them, get them out of Crown."
McCray then leaned forward on the desk, obviously liking the idea. "Where do we get the money?" the leader questioned.
"Take it from the reserve. Keep the bank clean, keep the tellers from asking questions, done deal. Me and Tom can go meet with Obinna tomorrow, make the deal for double the guns. Tell the Asians we can deliver those guns the same day for double the price, done deal. They'll take it" Charles answered.
Tony turned with disagreement all over his face. "Double the shipment, double the risk!" he jumped. "We can't run two trucks in one day, that's insane. Obinna sends all his trucks from Lakeview. We then take it from there to the border to Telado where the Asians pick up their shipment. But with the Russians knowing something's coming, they're going to interfere. Even though they stepped back now, there isn't any guarantee they wont show up when we arrive. They're not idiots" Tony urged.
"Then we take a different route" McCray nodded. "Yeah. We take it from Lakeview through here. Through Gastown, then up North to Providence."
"And go through all those other counties? No way Harry, that wont work. PD will be all over us, no doubt about it" Tony continued to urge caution.
Suddenly, Tony's phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug inside and pulled it out a little to see the name of the messenger. It read "Eva" He quickly took the entire phone out and read the message. He couldn't help but smile and bite his bottom lip with his upper teeth. But as he turned to up to see McCray, the man had his hands raised in question. "What? Is it more important than this conversation?" the man asked sarcastically. Tony put the phone back in his pocket, not responding to the message.
"Alright. So. You and Charles will got to Obinna tomorrow asking for a second shipment. Take the reserve money we got. Talk to Isabel about it, tell her what it's for. Try and convince Obinna to bring the trucks here to Gastown. We'll keep them at Harold's shop down the street, make it look like an auto parts shipment. From there we take it up to Harris County, half the travel, half the danger. We have the Asians pick up the guns there, no need to travel all the way to Providence. No border trouble, no Russians. We get paid double, done deal. Sound good to everyone? Show of hands" McCay asked.
Tony raised his hand. Charles did too in agreement to the plan. McCray himself also raised his hand then brought it down as he stood. "Now let's have a drink. We'll call the Asian's tomorrow."
Tony quickly rose and walked out the door with his phone already in his hand. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, I'm going to Eva's."
"You're still with that girl?! You know your Aunt hates her. She thinks she's too petty or something" McCray yelled over the clients and bar doings. "She's great Harry. Auntie's just crazy!" Tony yelled back as he exited the bar with a bottle of very good liquor. He put it in his backpack, jumped on his bike, and raced home quickly on his thunderous Harley Night Rod Special. The sound of the roaring engine could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood.
Tony - Home - Eva
Never responding to the text, Anthony hoped to surprise his girl with a bottle of Smirnoff and a couple of seductive kisses. Hopefully the sound of his bike didn't give away his arrival, though it was obvious to him it probably did. He quickly jogged up to her front door and knocked twice, covering up the peephole with his gloved hand. He awaited her to open the door, hoping she didn't think he had arrived too late for the party. She had texted him about forty-five minutes before his arrival, so he felt he arrived a little too late for some reason.
As he awaited the door to open, he looked at the message one more time and couldn't stop smiling at the "Hint hint." part. That's the part he was looking most forward to.
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