The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 5: ➣ Dead Duck! I'm A Dead Duck!

Abandoning all my cleaning equipment in the room, I hobbled back out in hopes to find some extra garbage bags. I wasn't exactly a GPS but I had my instincts, so I had to follow those.

Stumbling down the hallways I tried to locate the storage rooms each wing had. C'mon super senses, do your thing.

"Are you going to tell me the information or am I going to get it out of you myself?" I halted midway, freezing in my walk as I heard Xavier's deep husky voice.

Dang he sounds mad.

"I don't do things for free Dante," a scratchy male voice shot back, "You want to know where he is, you give me what I want,"

Where who is? Who's Xavier looking for? What?

You shouldn't be listening in on their conversation Sky. What if Xavier catches you? A small voice in my head whispered. Yeah. If Xavier catches me, I'm dead meat. I should really get back to finding the storage room.

Don't do bullshit. Find out what they're on about! This could be your chance to ruin Xavier! Another voice compelled and I raised an eyebrow. Am I really doing the devil and angel conscience thing right now? For real?

I can't exactly ruin Xavier Dante, but this could be a way out for me. No idea how but maybe. Just maybe I could find out what Xavier really wants and get the hell out of here while he's distracted with it. Just hearing a bit more can't hurt. Right?

Tip toeing my way over to the slight ajar door leading to Xavier's study, I poked my eye through the gap. A pudgy, short man in a poo brown suit sat in the chair opposite to Xavier's antique desk, arms crossed with a smug look etched on his face.

There was no one else in the room other than Xavier, who I couldn't exactly catch a glimpse of. But I knew he wasn't sitting because his perfectly muscular arms were gripping the table from high up.

"To be quite frank with you Dante, I don't care what I get from you, as long as I get something," Mr. Poo Brown Suit spoke sinisterly, shifting in his chair with a cool composure.

I would've shat my pants in that state. Xavier's glare was not something I wanted to be under.

"That's a blunt request," Xavier gritted out with an unsteady sigh. He was ticked off, that much I figured, but damn did he sound panty-wetting when he was angry.

Head in the game Skyler!

"Especially when I don't exactly know how much your information is even fucking worth," he added. What information? God, I'm so confused! Say something worth my time! Anyone!

"It will tell you where he'll be..." Poo Brown chuckled pretending to be interested in the dozen of rings clutching his fingers.

"Where?!" Xavier demanded slamming his fist on the table making me jump.

"My payment Dante. I won't say a word without it, 10k exactly."

"You will tell me once I'm fucking done with you!" Xavier barked, and the sound of the gun loading clicked. The next thing I know, Poo Brown has a revolver pressed to his forehead with Xavier standing sturdily in front of him. God his butt looks so good in those jeans.

FOCUS!

Poo Brown looked the least concerned with a gun waiting for the command to blow his brains out. I would've screamed and ran for my life if I were in that situation.