Chapter 152 : God! Send me an African queen...

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"Okay darling. Chat later." She said.

Lennon hung up his phone and walked over to the Spanish group, "Right! What's happening guys?"

Ignacio turned to Lennon, "The French team have been placed on family protection, so we're all going to watch the patrons."

"I'll go find out what the details are from Kenzo." Lennon said.

"No point!" Ignacio said, "Javier's in charge tonight of latin group."

"I'm in global charge of the Latin group! Who put Hav in charge?" Lennon answered

"Marcel." Ignacio answered.

Lennon sighed, "He's fucking done that on purpose because he knows Hav's all fucked off with me!"

"Well... if you want to pull rank on him, he's over there." Ignacio pointed to Javier across the room.

"Thank you." Lennon said as he walked off in Javier's direction, "Hav. What orders have you given the team? I would like to know people's positions."

Javier turned around to Lennon, "Everyone's at their position now, you don't need to know more than that."

"Yes I do. I'm co-group leader." Lennon said.

"Well I'm in charge of this event tonight. If you don't like that, take it up with Marcel." Javier said flatly.

"That man is as useful to me as a chocolate teapot. You know how he is to me!" Lennon responded.

"Lennon, take it up with Marcel." Javier said before turning around.

"I thought you were leaving security anyway?" Lennon said.

"I am, not that it's any of your business, but Gabriél said job changes haven't occurred yet." Javier said.

"You know something, Javier?" Lennon started, "When I arrived here. You were a faceless security guy. Pushed around and sneered at by everyone. You were an ex-drunk and addict, and now... you're respected, have a pretty wife, and authority...even if it is just to spite me." Lennon said.

Javier turned back around, "Are you really so egotistical that you think any of my success is due to you?! Well, let me tell you something Lennon, ...at least I'm an EX drunk. You even smell of alcohol and drugs right now..." Javier said in a disgusted tone, before moving to walk away.

Lennon grabbed his arm, "Hav! Stop it! I don't want to fight with you! I don't know what started all this bullshit between us, but I'm not fighting with you over tonight. I can see that I've been set up like a bitch here. You do what you gotta do and I'll do what I gotta do. But I ain't runnin' anything past that master of manipulation and creep extraordinaire, Marcel."

"What do you mean you don't know what started this?! You swept my wife off to take my place in getting her daughter back!" Javier snapped back.

"So? I had the power, money and influence to pull it off and keep her safe from your French Svengali, Marcel! I've had a shitload of bullshit off Chéri for what I've done for her... or haven't you noticed?!" Lennon argued.

Javier just stared back at Lennon, and yanked his arm away.

"WHY?! Do you both have each others names tattooed on each other?!" Javier demanded.

Lennon continued, "Listen! I love Chéri... he's all I love, ALL I WANT! And right now, you're helping in keeping him from me! Suzanne is only using me anyway. She used me to keep her here and bring her daughter illegally across a boarder, and then back here to face everyones wrath. Here, everyone uses everyone else... without exception."

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