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A dark car turned to drive down a small alleyway. Murky water from nearby puddles trickled over the heavy tires as the car continued on its journey down the alley. Black tinted windows glimmered as the car turned another corner and rolled to a very slow stop. The lights that had pierced the darkness now switched off and the only sound that could be heard was the smooth purr from the car's engine before that also cut off. A door opened and a very large dark man stepped out, his muscular body was clothed in an expensive black suit.
He then walked the length of the car before he stopped and pulled open a passenger door. Another man stepped out, this one slimmer and obviously the one in charge. He had long dark hair that was slicked back into a ponytail, his fingers were adorned with gold and diamond rings. He was clothed in a black suit with a red shirt. A pair of brown tinted glasses covered his eyes and he had just the smallest bit of hair beneath his bottom lip." We're here." The dark man commented to his boss before he walked to the door and pulled it open.
As the door opened, the man was greeted by darkness. As he paused, the other, his boss pushed past him to see what was going on. As his eyes raked across the small room, one single flame lit up a part of the room. Brown eyes glinted as the flame continued to burn and as it snapped shut, the red glow of a cigarette replaced it." Hello Alberto." A smooth, relaxed voice drawled out before a stream of smoke blew in the general door direction. The man with the red shirt gasped and he staggered back just a little.
" Joseph.." He muttered.
Joseph chuckled softly, tapping a small flecks of ash into the nearby ashtray." Yes Alberto, it's me." He reached out one hand and flicked the light on. What Alberto saw next caused him to hunch over, his stomach nearly rushed to his throat and his hand tightened against his shirt. Joseph was sat on one side of the poker table with three dead bodies in the three seats around him. One had a knife through the back of his neck, which secured him to the table. The other had one single bullet wound in the centre of his forehead and finally the last one had obviously bled to death from the wound inflicted to his side.
Joseph looked as comfortable as could be amongst the carnage. His cigarette clasped loosely in two fingers and a very relaxed smile on his face." It's been a long time, hasn't it Alberto? How long is it now?" He asked before he leaned back into his chair and took a slow drag from his cigarette. His eyes flicked up to the dark bodyguard who flanked Alberto on one side and appeared to have itchy fingers as his hand crept towards his gun. Before he had a chance to draw it, Joseph had both of his guns drawn. One pointed at the bodyguard and the other pointed directly at Alberto's crouch. The cigarette now hung from between Joseph's lips and one of his eyebrows arched as if to say "your choice."
Alberto moved a hand and shook his head at the other man which caused the bigger man to stop in his actions." Good boy." Joseph muttered with a wry smirk, his guns then turned in his hands before he held the grips in his hands and his guns went back into his holster." One very simple question Alberto, where's my mother?" Joseph asked as he leaned forward once more and another breath of smoke escaped his lips.
Alberto pushed one of the dead men to the ground before he sank into the seat, his dark eyes met Joseph's and he simply regarded the other for a brief moment." She's safe."
" Why the elaborate ploy, Alberto?" Joseph asked, his voice cold and indifferent as he spoke to the other." Couldn't pick up the phone and ask for a favour?" He flicked some more ash into the nearby ashtray, his silver ring glinted in the faint lighting and the one on his thumb. The one from Rhiannon was the one he ran the tip of his index finger over.
" I didn't know you would come back if I simply called, Joseph. I'm not my father, you don't owe me anything. Remember?" Alberto asked. One gelled strand of hair fell over his eyes. He soon captured it with his fingers and pushed it back behind his ears." I knew of all people, you'd come back for her."
Joseph's eyebrow twitched and his expression darkened." Where is she?"
Alberto laughed very softly and he tutted under his breath." That isn't how this works Joseph. You do what I want and then you can take your mother far, far away as I know you've been wanting that for years."
" Cut the crap Alberto. Get to the point." Joseph snarled, his expression one of his anger but his eyes. They were different. More calculating than anything else. Alberto would live to regret this, Joseph would make sure of that.
" I have a little job for you to do." Alberto answered.
Joseph had to laugh to that, his cigarette turned in his fingers and he soon crunched it out against the table." If it was so little, you wouldn't have needed to use my mother as bait."
Alberto smirked slowly." You were always sharp, Joseph." He reached into his jacket's pocket and he pulled out a card. The card then sailed through the air before it slid across the table towards Joseph. Its edges were stained red with blood as it came to a stop in front of Joseph." Call that number and he'll tell you everything you need to know." With that said, Alberto got to his feet.
Joseph reached down and lifted the card so his eyes could run over the number. He ignored the blood that now stained the skin of his fingers red. He'd let Alberto think he had won and get him when he was comfortable, when the idiot was too sure of himself. And then he'd strike. Alberto had always been this way. He had always been an ego and had always been too cocky. Joseph had suspected Alberto had been jealous of the relationship Joseph had shared with both his own and Alberto's father. He broke from his thoughts before he lifted his head and met Alberto's eyes." I'm only going to say this once, just once, Alberto. Watch yourself." His lips then curled into a very slow, casual smile.
His smile was too casual and Alberto frowned briefly before he simply left the room, leaving Joseph with three dead men and one number.
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