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Gunfights
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Gunshots rang as the old abandoned warehouse became even messier. Blood spilled and painted the walls as Wilbur laughed, the police had him surrounded but that would never stop him.
He jumped up from his spot, shooting at the police once again, shooting a woman on the left down as she grunted in pain. Her co-worker rushed to her aid, pushing his hands onto her stomach to stop the flow. He yelled for assistance as more officers joined the gunfight.
It was times like this he lived for.
Wilbur bolted for the window with a simple wave and middle finger, the glass smashing on his impact. The police inside yelled as he fell to the floor, he prepared for impact, landing on his feet and knee, left hand on the ground and right hand in the air with his gun. He quickly adjusted his beanie as he got up and ran for the woods, a car waiting for him inside.
He opened the passenger seat, climbing inside and shutting the door as the driver smiled and hit the gas. They sped out, flying past the police at a speed that shouldn't be allowed.
The chase began.
The police's red and blue lights along with sirens roared behind them as Tommy hit the gas. Wilbur laughed as his brother skidded a corner, leaving a trail of rubber behind.
The brunette rolled down his window, shooting off his gun in an attempt to lose them. Tommy leaned forward as his foot hit the floor, their car speeding up even more. They turned into the main road, flying past all cars as they honked at the brothers.
Tommy flipped off a few out of spite and for the mere fun of it. Wilbur retracted his body back inside and closed his window, the sirens still buzzing behind them. Fixing his hair and beanie, he smiled and opened his palm, Tommy understood immediately, handing him another round of bullets.
"Another bust then?" The blonde questioned as Wilbur shoved the golden arrows into his beloved handgun, it was a gift from their father. His hands were bloody and he had a few cuts, but otherwise, he was clean.
"Fucking pigs aren't they? Was just about to seal the deal too, hope they rot in hell the bastards" he complained before opening the window once again and shooting. The blonde in the driver's seat laughed as he swerved yet another corner.
The sirens began to slowly disappear the more they sped away and turned, eventually, Tommy turned into an alley as the cars drove past. After a minute or two, he pulled out and drove in the opposite direction as he headed for their base of operations.
Wil lit a joint, tucking it between his lips as he took a big puff. He offered to Tommy, the teen took his right hand off the wheel and grabbed it, taking his own breath in. He smiled as he passed it back.
"Dad's not gonna be happy" Tommy stated as they pulled into a dark and dingy alleyway behind a club. The music blared as people walked outside.
"Nah, fuck him, man"
"Wilbur"
"Don't 'Wilbur' me, Tommy" He threw the butt of the cigarette out the car door as he opened it, climbing out and shoving his gun back into his coat pocket. The blonde rolled his eyes as he followed suit.
The two entered the building, immediately being greeted by employees of the club and the gang. Sam, the frontman of the club, walked over with a smile. He held a white hand napkin in one hand and threw it to the tall brunette.
"Welcome back you two, got busted?"
"What does it fucking look like?"
"Ignore him" Tommy spoke as he looked at his brother annoyingly before turning to his friend "someone must've caught word and bloody reported, We'll find them and put them in their place"
"Good to hear. Your father and brother are upstairs in his office" the brown and green-tipped-haired man instructed as he took the now-bloodied napkin from Wilbur. With a simple nod, the two brothers parted from the frontman and headed for the elevator in the back.
They walked through the VIP section, passing all the dancers and show watchers. The doors opened immediately, Tommy hitting level 19 as they shut.
The two stood in silence, Wilbur fidgeting with his gun and Tommy with his blade he always carried with him. He wasn't much of a hand-to-hand combat guy, preferring the behind the scenes of driving. Technically he wasn't supposed to even be on the roads, but when did their family ever listen to the rules?
The doors opened slowly, revealing two big red doors with golden handles. Tommy knocked loudly, a voice calling them in on the other side answering immediately. They did as told and entered.
Behind a desk sat a man with bright blonde hair and a white dress shirt and green tie. His hands were intertwined with one another as they laid on the desk. Next to the man stood another man with a long pink braid which fell down his back, wearing a simple white dress shirt and black jeans. He had golden rings decorating his fingers and earrings hanging from his ears.
The man leaned forward as he watched the two approach him. Neither held any fear, never had they needed to fear their father.
"Well?"
"What the fuck happened to you?" Techno interjected as his eyes laid on his younger brother's bloodied face and hands. His face scowled as he spoke.
"Some bastard reported us. All arrested, I managed to get away but I'm gonna find them and give them what they deserve" The brunette replied as he fiddled with another unlit cigarette.
"Police chased us forever too, ended up nearing the end of the city before we finally lost them" Tommy motioned with his left thumb to the side of the city they had been chased into before tucking them into his jeans pockets.
"Any casualties?" Phil asked calmly, leaning back into his chair. Wilbur chuckled slightly.
"A few, think at least one is for sure dead, shot a woman pretty good, hopefully, she'll pass"
"Good" the older spoke up again "go get yourself cleaned up Wil, we have a meeting in 40"
Wilbur nodded as he headed back for the red doors, Tommy followed him with a quick wave to his father. They headed up two more levels to their penthouse, immediately the brunette headed for his room and the bathroom as the blonde headed for his room adjacent to the others.
He watched the blood pool down the drain, sighing as his knuckles revealed raw wounds. Picking up a hand towel, he gently dried them off and headed out. Wilbur walked back into his room, taking off his now-bullet ridden coat and throwing it to the side and picking up another and putting his fingerless gloves on once again. Other than that, he didn't need to do much to clean himself.
Across the penthouse, Tommy was being a teenager. Blaring his music at the highest volume as he lit himself a joint and walked over to his window, watching all the measly people below him. He smiled as he puffed out his cigarette, enjoying the sensation it gave him, the weed giving him a buzz. He didn't smoke often. He knew his father never wanted this life for him, Wilbur and Techno were made for it, but the blonde? Not so much. Until the age of 14, he refused to even go near the drugs or business but he began to see the good within the bad and began to enjoy the sensation of the adrenaline running through his veins. That was his favourite drug and he would forever be high off it.
His thoughts were interrupted when his brother banged on the door. With a loud groan, he made his way to the door, opening it with his free hand, Techno stood on the other side, arms crossed over his chest and his usual frown. The blonde looked at him, rolled his eyes and took another puff as he retreated into his space, the pinkette following him inside.
Silence lingered in the atmosphere along with the smell of burning weed. Tommy hated the silence, but he didn't want to speak.
"Since when did you smoke?" The monotone voice from the other man finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity. The blonde turned to look at his older brother, his mouth a thin line and face showing no expression.
"Since I joined the front"
"Jesus... Wilbur's a bad influence"
"You and Dad are no better." He turned around fully now as he put out the butt in a bowl that sat on his cabinet on the side from his meal that morning. Tommy stood in front of his brother, their heights relatively the same as they just looked at one another "I mean, what did you expect? Our family owns a fucking drug ring and are wanted on so many counts of murder, dealing, possession— the list goes on for miles Tech. I don't even smoke often so chill— Just—What do you want? You're disturbing my me-time and I don't get a lot of that lately"
"Dad doesn't want you at today's meeting-"
"What the fuck? I'm old enough to deal with this shit! I'm tired of him treating me like a child! I'm fucking 17! I break the law and commit crimes on the daily! I'm a big fucking man!" The blonde fought back, cussing out his father in the process. He loved his family, but he hated how being the youngest meant that he was the one that got left out of so many things. It sucked and here he was, nearing adulthood and he was still being treated like a kid.
"Are you done?" The pinkette folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. He looked bored out of his mind. "Great, as I was saying— Dad doesn't want you at the meeting because he has a special task for you and your two lackey's-"
"They aren't my lackey's" Tommy snapped "They are my friends"
"Sure, we'll go with that." Tommy scoffed as his brother continued "There's a drop that's being made a 6, the same time the meeting starts. The drop will be made at the park, your job is to send one of you in the get the package and get out, if you get caught; you better fucking run for it. We can't afford to not get the package, got it?"
Techno was used to threatening people, he was already blackmailing and taking out hits on enemies of the gang or whoever hired him. The voices in his head loved the blood, the pain, the screams, the whole goddamn scenario. Everything he did these days gave him a high, and that's the only drug he needed. However, when it came to his family, the last thing he wanted was to threaten them but unfortunately for him, Tommy was the type of kid to accidentally get caught.
If any of the Watson sons got caught by the police, Phil would go ballistic and do all in his willpower to get him back, no matter how many lives it costs him. His sons were his most and only treasured thing in his life, he would happily lose his whole empire if it meant his sons were safe. He began this whole operation to ensure they had enough money to give them a future, who knew drug dealing on the side would grow into one of the biggest and most notorious drug empires in the city.
Every police station wanted them, but all were too scared to go after the group, once you got involved with them there was no way out. Once you are face-to-face with one of them, you could consider your life over and expect to be in the ground within 1-4 business days.
Reluctantly, Tommy agreed as he picked up the car keys he had thrown onto his bed only moments after entering his room. Techno left and headed up to the office, leaving Tommy to call up his friends to get them on board.
The teenager picked up his phone as he shrugged on a red and white jumper, the boy had a different style to his brothers and father who chose to wear more suits or if you were Wilbur; Trench coats and yellow jumpers. But Tommy was happy with his jumpers and if anything, it made him blend in more, which helped with sneaking around. He clicked on his friend's contact number, shoving the phone up to his ear as he awaited the elevator.
"What's up, Bossman?" A male voice spoke on the other end.
"Gather up boys, we've got a mission"
"Aye Aye, Captain"
"See you in 10"
He hung up the phone and hit the bottom level, taking the same route as before, waving quickly to Sneeg Snag and Jack Manifold as he passed them by, and headed out the back door to where his second car was stored. Tommy pulled up his hoodie as he unlocked it, starting up the engine and roaring it loudly before making his way onto the road.
Whatever this drop was, it was important and usually, that meant business. He couldn't fail. Not again.
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