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Luca walked slowly, his hands in his pockets. It's been almost four months since he was at Dead Apple. He managed to explain where he'd been, but it was a close call. His body was still recovering.
With a tisk he walked into the office, eyes narrowing into a death glare at the people staring towards him.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" he snapped.
Immediately everyone turned back to what they were doing. A choir of, 'nothing, Sir' sounded and Luca felt like punching someone. He snarled, before slamming the office door behind him.
Clenching his jaw he thank fully sank down into the chair. His leg throbbed painfully and every time he took a deep breath, pain shot through his chest.
He had no idea how he was going to keep this from the Imp. Because if that little bastard knew, he'd be in big trouble. With a sigh, he dropped his head into his hands, wishing the throbbing in his head away.
It wasn't long before the knocking sounded from his door.
Luca let out a growl as he lifted his head to glare death at the door. "What?" he snarled.
"Sir?" A voice said from the other side.
It sounded like one of the new guys that joined before he stayed behind to so Sam and the others could get away.
"What do you fucking want?" Luca snapped.
The door opened and Malcom stepped into the office. His brownish hair looked messy, not neatly combed back like the last time Luca saw the man. While his blue eyes quickly darted around in the office before settling on Luca.
"Well Sir..." he said, looking a bit uncomfortable.
Luca clenched his jaw. "Spit it out, Malcom" he snapped "What the fuck do you want?"
"There's trouble at one of the warehouses" Malcom said quickly.
Immediately Luca felt annoyed.
"Dammit" he growled and quickly got up. A wave of dizziness went through him and he had to hold on to the desk to make sure he did not pass out right there.
"Sir?" Malcom asked, looking at Luca with a worried expression "Are you alright?"
"Fuck off, Malcom" he snapped and started towards the door "Now explain what the hell is going on at the warehouse"
Malcom nodded as he started explaining what he was told about what was happening. The more he spoke, and more he could feel the anger starting to radiate from the young Lieutenant.
He was already feeling sorry for whoever it was that caused the trouble. That look on Luca's face, was something that he did not like at all. Busha, was one of the few people that dared treat Luca like a normal person and it seemed to work most of the time. Henry seemed like he was trying get into their group as well.
Not that he'd mind. Henry was good at what he did and he seemed to like the Lieutenant, which was surprising cause not many people did.
"Anything else you want to tell me?" Luca asked in a cold tone.
"No, Sir" Malcom said, looking at the annoyed tick around Luca's eyes.
***
There was chaos everywhere.
Luca twirled the daggers between his fingers. With each turn and kick, he took down some of the people.
He knew people didn't like him, but this was just ridicules. This was something he needed to take care of, before it became any worse. He couldn't have people working under him defying him like this.
Not that he can blame them. They were bought over by Fuyuki's crew. He just had to take out the trash now.
He spun, kicking one of them through the face.
Another one grabbed him from behind. Immediately Luca drove his elbow back, slamming it repeatedly into the man's ribs. After the third hit he grabbed the arms that held him and threw the man over his shoulder.
A kick caught him in the ribs and he immediately felt the pain ripping through his chest. For a moment his vision blacked out.
He only had Malcom and a few of the others with him that was loyal. They were outnumbered.
Badly.
Not that it mattered all that much.
Luca snarled as he grabbed one guy, slamming the man's fist into a wall. His body complained with every move he made. The pain pulsed through his leg, making him limp as he moved.
Without warning the fighting stopped.
A silence fell over everyone in the warehouse.
Luca slowly lifted his head, eyes narrowed at the man walking towards him through the chaos.
"Sir?" Malcom said, looking between Luca and the new guy with wide eyes.
"Back up, Malcom" Luca hissed, getting ready to fight, rolling his shoulders.
Malcom nodded. "Alright, Sir" he said, and motioned for the rest of their men to step back. They all gathered behind Luca.
Luca's eyes flickered to the bodies on the ground. Only a few of them were his people, the others were the rebels. He almost felt proud of the bunch. With a tisk he looked back at the man walking towards him.
"So you're the one that's been fucking with my people" he said, tilting his head, eyes gleaming dangerously.
"And you don't deserve to be a lieutenant" the man said.
Luca rolled his eyes. "Really?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm "You think that you can beat me, Tom?"
"Yes" Tom said, stalking forward.
Annoyed Luca spun the knives in his hands before just threw them to the side, drawing his gun. "One more step and I'll fucking blow your brains out" he snarled.
Tom paused. "You're just going to shoot me?" he asked.
"Pretty much, asshole" Luca snapped.
"That wouldn't be very honourable" Tom said.
Luca just stared at him with a flat look. "Who cares about that?" he asked as he pulled the trigger, watching as the man fell.
"Malcom" he said "Search him and make sure he's dead"
Malcom blinked before quickly doing what Luca's said. There was a shocked silence in the warehouse.
Luca looked at the people around him. "Does anyone else want to fuck with me?" he asked "Cause I have the whole fucking day to do this...."
The silence kept stretching on.
Luca turned towards the door, nodding at his people. "Kill them" he said as he started walking. Immediately panic filled the air, accompanied by the stench of fear.
As he put his hand on the door, he paused. "Wait" he said, before slowly turning back, lifting one hand "I have another idea...."
Malcom stared at Luca. He wasn't sure what to think at the moment.
Luca tapped his chin as he watched the people. "Go trade them to Yohan..." he said, "Tell him I want Henry, since the guy keeps on fucking annoying me that he wants to come work for me"
Malcom stared at Luca with wide eyes. He didn't even know the Lieutenant knew about that.
"Who said we want your charity?"
The voice sounded clear through the warehouse. Luca's eyes gleamed as they found the person that spoke.
"Then come on" he said "If you can get pass me, you can do what you fucking want"
Malcom watched as Luca took them all on. Each and everyone, on his own. There was no way that any of them would be able to leave by going through Luca. It was terrifying. The young lieutenant moved smoothly, although he did favour his one side. But even that he used to his advantage.
As one of the last guys fell, Luca swayed slightly on his feet.
His attention must have slipped because he did not see the other one sneaking up on him.
"SIR!" Malcom called out.
Luca spun and then everything went dark for him.
Malcom snatched up Luca's knife throwing it at the man. The man fell and Malcom rushed over to where Luca lay unmoving on the ground. There was blood on the side of the Lieutenant's face.
"Shitshitshit...." he swore.
He pulled out his phone, dialing Busha's number.
"Come on, sir...." Malcom said "wake up....Come on...."
Time ticked by, only after about five minutes, did Luca's eyes slowly flicker open.
Malcom breathed out with relieve. He motioned for the other to leave. "Go..." he said "Get out. I'll make sure the Lieutenant is alright"
Immediately they disappeared.
Luca's eyes flickered around, looking confused.
"...what....?" he groaned.
Malcom leaned over Luca. "Sir...?" he said "Can you hear me?"
It took a few seconds before Luca's eyes focused on Malcom. "...Yeah...." he mumbled, the words slurring "...what... happened?"
Worry flash through Malcom. This was not good. Did they really hit Luca that hard over the head? They needed to get Luca to Halo. There's no chance that Luca did not have a concussion.
"Sir you took a heat to the head" Malcom said as he helped Luca to sit up.
Luca pressed his hand against his head. It throbbed painfully, making it hard to think through the confusion. He just couldn't get everything in order.
"Where...?" he muttered.
Malcom swallowed. "Riverside warehouse" he said carefully.
Luca nodded slightly, before winching at the new wave of pain that ripped through his head.
"Alright..." he said, the word slurred.
For a moment his vision blurred and he almost crumbled to the side. A hand caught his shoulder, keeping him from falling over.
"Sir... Do you think you can get up?" Malcom asked.
Luca blinked at Malcom, his vision, going on in and out of focus. Nausea rushed through him. He leaned to the side, before starting to heave.
As the heaving stopped, Luca felt the world around him starting to dim again.
"No... no... no..." Malcom said, grabbing Luca's shoulder "Don't pass out... Luca... you can't pass out here.... We need to get you to Halo. You have a concussion"
Luca tried to nod, but the pain was just to much.
Malcom took a deep breath as he helped Luca to his feet. Luca's eyes flickered close for a moment. He almost crumbled again, only Malcom holding him up.
"Come on, Sir...." Malcom muttered "Just don't pass out.... We're almost at the car"
Luca muttered something, struggling to keep his eyes open and not pass out. Before he realized what was going on, he was in a car. Somewhere he lost time and it made him feel even more sick.
He started fading again.
Malcom grabbed a piece of cloth, pressing it against Luca's head. The blood just didn't seem like it was going to stop.
Luca blinked a few times. He couldn't focus.
"....ca...." a voice said, he could barely make out what the voice was saying "...ease...on't..."
He faded again.
Something shook his shoulders, bringing him back to the pain.
"Dammit....Luca..... you can't...."
Hold on.... he knew that voice... it was Malcom... Why was the guy trying to keep him awake? He just wanted to stay away from the pain.
Halo frowned at Luca's pale form that lay on the bed. There was a thick bandage around his head.
"Did you know about his other injuries?" he asked, looking at Malcom, who was pacing up and down in the small office.
Malcom blinked a few time in surprise. "What....?" he asked.
"He's injured... And I don't mean the bruises he got from fighting today" Halo said "He has injuries that are just starting to heal. Like his ribs, and leg.... Like he's been tortured"
Malcom blinked, surprised. "What....?" he started again.
Halo nodded. "He's lucky that you managed to keep him awake for as long as you did" he said.
"He... Yeah alright...." Malcom said, glancing worried at Luca.
"....the hell... is going... on...?" a slight slurred voice asked.
Immediately Malcom and Halo turned to the bad.
Luca was starting at the two of them, with half closed eyes, that seemed just as confused as before.
Halo walked toward the bed. "Luca" he said.
".... what...?" Luca mumbled, before his eyes just rolled back and he fainted again.
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