Dark_fallen_
Pride is not knowing
whose hand to hold
other than your own.
Allen came to inform Jaiden that Greg was in the room waiting. As far as he knew, Jaiden just wanted to talk to him about a job. Taking a deep breath, Jaiden stood up from his chair and grabbed the gun on his desk. Shoving it into the back of his pants, he went off to talk with the traitor. Heading inside, Greg was obviously on edge. As he should have been considering he was in a room with someone keeping watch outside instead of going into Jaiden’s office.
Stepping inside, Jaiden’s emotions were hard to read. However, as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door frame, it was clear that this would not be a genial chat. “Where’s the money, Greg?”
“Money? What—”
“Don’t piss around with me. I’m not in the mood. We need money to finance a move, and I’ve been going over the numbers. Give me a good reason for it to be missing, and I might not break every single finger you have.” As opposed to most of the gang members, Jaiden was a generally nice guy. He didn’t enjoy violence for violence’s sake or run around threatening people to come off as tough. However, most people knew that pissing the man off could result in very real danger. He had gotten his hands dirty before, and he was not worried about doing it again.
Greg tried to deny it, but given enough time, the truth started to come out. Not all of it, of course, but a couple good hits and, yes, a couple broken fingers certainly helped get him to admit that he knew about the money and that he had taken. He wouldn’t tell Jaiden where it went though, not until the gun finally came out. Something about marked money that the cops were tracking. Even then, it was easy to tell that he was lying as he kept changing his story.
Jaiden had his forearm across Greg’s throat and his gun pressed to the man’s temple. Even then he lied. If nothing else, the man had guts. He was stupid, but not a coward. Stepping back, Jaiden grabbed the front of Greg’s shirt and dragged him out of the room. Chris was waiting right outside, and Allen came over the moment he saw Jaiden leave the room. “Give me his damn phone and take him out back.” He growled.
Ignoring the fact that his hands were coated in blood already, Jaiden grabbed the phone handed to him and gave Greg over to the men. The texting history was suspiciously clean, deleted recently. However, it only took a few phone calls to stumble upon the evidence he needed. The police chief answered, in only a few words confirming who he was and that Greg was involved with the police. Not that the man knew what he had done, thinking that he was just answering a phone call from his mole in the system.
“Thank you, officer.” Jaiden spoke after he had what he needed, flipping the phone shut before dropping it and heading straight outside. “A cop, Greg? Who else?” The gun was already pointed at the man leaning against the wall out back. The gang members had already obviously broken one of his ankles so that he couldn’t run. Greg shook his head, refusing to talk, and that was the only chance that Jaiden was going to give him. Three quick shots, and Greg was nothing more than a bloody puddle on the ground.
Nothing in him wanted to think about Adrianna right then, especially not with how pissed he was, but how could he not think it? Patrick already claimed that Adrianna was working with the police, and Greg somehow slipped under their radar. There was no reason not to look at her when Greg brought her in and they couldn’t find anything in her record for several years. “Allen, look at Adrianna’s history again. Find out how Greg slipped in, and double-check everyone.” Ignoring the blood splatter on his face and clothes, Jaiden went inside to go find Adrianna. Even as he did, he called over his shoulder, “And Chris, clean that s**t up!”
Stepping inside, Jaiden’s emotions were hard to read. However, as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door frame, it was clear that this would not be a genial chat. “Where’s the money, Greg?”
“Money? What—”
“Don’t piss around with me. I’m not in the mood. We need money to finance a move, and I’ve been going over the numbers. Give me a good reason for it to be missing, and I might not break every single finger you have.” As opposed to most of the gang members, Jaiden was a generally nice guy. He didn’t enjoy violence for violence’s sake or run around threatening people to come off as tough. However, most people knew that pissing the man off could result in very real danger. He had gotten his hands dirty before, and he was not worried about doing it again.
Greg tried to deny it, but given enough time, the truth started to come out. Not all of it, of course, but a couple good hits and, yes, a couple broken fingers certainly helped get him to admit that he knew about the money and that he had taken. He wouldn’t tell Jaiden where it went though, not until the gun finally came out. Something about marked money that the cops were tracking. Even then, it was easy to tell that he was lying as he kept changing his story.
Jaiden had his forearm across Greg’s throat and his gun pressed to the man’s temple. Even then he lied. If nothing else, the man had guts. He was stupid, but not a coward. Stepping back, Jaiden grabbed the front of Greg’s shirt and dragged him out of the room. Chris was waiting right outside, and Allen came over the moment he saw Jaiden leave the room. “Give me his damn phone and take him out back.” He growled.
Ignoring the fact that his hands were coated in blood already, Jaiden grabbed the phone handed to him and gave Greg over to the men. The texting history was suspiciously clean, deleted recently. However, it only took a few phone calls to stumble upon the evidence he needed. The police chief answered, in only a few words confirming who he was and that Greg was involved with the police. Not that the man knew what he had done, thinking that he was just answering a phone call from his mole in the system.
“Thank you, officer.” Jaiden spoke after he had what he needed, flipping the phone shut before dropping it and heading straight outside. “A cop, Greg? Who else?” The gun was already pointed at the man leaning against the wall out back. The gang members had already obviously broken one of his ankles so that he couldn’t run. Greg shook his head, refusing to talk, and that was the only chance that Jaiden was going to give him. Three quick shots, and Greg was nothing more than a bloody puddle on the ground.
Nothing in him wanted to think about Adrianna right then, especially not with how pissed he was, but how could he not think it? Patrick already claimed that Adrianna was working with the police, and Greg somehow slipped under their radar. There was no reason not to look at her when Greg brought her in and they couldn’t find anything in her record for several years. “Allen, look at Adrianna’s history again. Find out how Greg slipped in, and double-check everyone.” Ignoring the blood splatter on his face and clothes, Jaiden went inside to go find Adrianna. Even as he did, he called over his shoulder, “And Chris, clean that s**t up!”
Mikael agreed to food, and he was not pushing the conversation. Grateful for those facts, Seneca immediately started to rummage through the fridge and cupboards to make them food. It took several moments for her to even get her thoughts together enough to figure out what to cook, mostly just staring blankly into the refrigerator. She did not even hear Mikael offer to help, instead finally grabbing some sausage and vegetables to cook.