"Your still a stranger and I thanked you what else do you want from me. To suck your dick or sumth'?" I asked watching a small grin forming at his lips.
The grip on the steering wheel tightens.
"Might as well since I saved your ass twice and your sh...
Trigger warning: Attempted suicide. Disturbing mentions of a corpse. Murder.
Arthur's POV
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"What a nuisance. Leave us be mutt" the man growled at the girl, her head lowered, shoulders trembling.
Her shoulder length red hair was matted and looked knotted as if a brush hasn't been ran through it in decades.
"But s-sir. My younger siblings and I need the money for dinner tonight. I can't leave without i-
"Seems to me you want to end up like your other friend" he grinned and her eyes shifted to Killian and I, tears forming in her eyes before scampering off like a wounded animal.
Killian was shifting to get up but I grabbed a hold of his hand under the table, giving him a look.
"Now why is it you've come here and interrupted me?" He asked chewing hungrily on the fried chicken leg, his chin greased with oil.
"Sergio" I simply answered and his eyes lit up.
"Old friends reunited. Haven't seen him in years. I'm a friend of his father. I see so much of him in Sergio. He'll be a formidable Don" he chewed grossly, taking breaks to speak.
I looked down at the table lost in thought for a moment about the fact that I've never formally met his father. He knew of me and I saw him on a call he had with Sergio years ago but that was it.
"Are you hungry Blane. Your staring at my plate like a starving man" he tapped his fork drawing me from my thoughts.
"No thank you" I replied and his eyes flickered over to Killian and I could instantly feel a dark cloud hovering above us.
"You look so familiar to someone I've seen before. What's your name?" He said pointing at Killian with his fork.
"Imma point that fork up your ass--
I tapped his hand and he gritted his teeth and forced a smile before replying in a gutteral voice.
"Killian"
"Gustavo fricking Castillo. You his boy?. Haven't seen him forever. Do tell him I said hello" he then took a bite of steak.
Glancing at Killian my throat bopped at the deep seated hatred plastered on his face.
His jawline sharp as a glass as he glared. When he tilted his head to the side was when I knew this had to wrap up very soon.
"Sergio wanted more supplies and ammunition. He said you were the man for it." I quickly jumped into it.
"What your going out to war. Look at your face and I see your chest. Your in no shape to fight Blane" he chuckled a piece of his chewed up meat spattered to the table right near my elbow.
It took everything in me not to retch in disgust.
Killian on the other hand didn't hide anything. The repulsed look on his face evident as he looked to the spot and the man.
