|| Luke ||
After six stops in three different states we finally reached Chicago. Hazel had been very entertaining throughout the trip and I learned a lot about her. I especially learned that she tended to talk in her sleep. She had her feet propped up on the dashboard and was sticking her hand out the open window. The air moved swiftly around her fingers.
"I don't think Michael likes me," She said.
"Michael, he's just being Michael. It'll take a while for him to get used to you," I replied.
"That's what Calum said," She snorted.
"I've known Michael for a few years now, so I know what to expect. I know how he is. He's just very guarded when it comes to new comers," I explained.
"Well he doesn't have to worry, I won't be here very long," She stated.
"Right," I said under my breath.
I was attached to Hazel. I enjoyed having her presence and she had a good sense of humor. She never pushed me to speak up about my past and she never mentioned any of her family problems. Hazel loved to talk about Malia, her sister. She could talk hours and hours about all the different things they've done together.
"Hey, who's Alex?" I asked.
She stiffened, "How do you know about him?"
"You talk in your sleep and one time you said, 'Alex, I hate you.' Who's Alex?" I repeated.
"Alex, is my ex boyfriend," She said. "I broke up with him after I caught him kissing Shelly Alverado."
"He cheated?" I asked in shock.
"It's whatever, we were bound to break up anyway."
"That's crazy. He made the mistake of cheating you? What a dumbass."
She snorted, "That's flattering."
I pulled up to the headquarters and saw that the rest were already here. I got out and waited for Hazel before walking up the back entrance. I unlocked the door and and allowed Hazel to go inside first. I was met by a thin layer of smoke that reeked of marijuana. Hazel began coughing. I opened the windows and walked towards the lounge to see Michael, Ashton, Calum, Jacob, David and Ernesto were all getting high off their asses.
"Luke," Jacob giggled.
I rolled my eyes and led Hazel upstairs to a room she'd be staying in. "Are they gonna be okay?" She asked.
"They're just high, " I responded and opened the windows. "Just get fresh air and please don't come out until I come and get you." She nodded and left her room and walked down stairs.
"What makes you think you can just hotbox the fucking warehouse?" I demanded. "What if SOPRANO comes and you guys are buzzed and in no way to fucking defend yourselves, huh?"
"We've been here since yesterday," Calum said. I rubbed my eyes, "Look, I'm extremely tired. I'm gonna go sleep, now do me a favor and do not go into Hazel's room, got me?" I grabbed Ashton's joint and put it out.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
"No more smoking, you guys always drop your guards when you're high," I said before turning on my heel and walking up the steps. I walked down the hallway and pushed my bedroom door open. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
I woke up and pushed myself off the bed. It was dark out, I checked the time and saw that it was nearly eleven. I was asleep for nearly twelve hours. Nonetheless I was still tired. I never got much sleep and when I did, I slept but I didn't rest. I was always alert and anything can wake me up.
I went downstairs into the kitchen. The house was filled with everyone's snoring. Ernesto in particular, he snored so loudly. I grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator and twisted the cap off. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I nearly finished the water.
"Sleep well?" Hazel asked.
I smiled a little at her. She wore baggy gray sweatpants and a simple black shirt that read '2010 Mathletes Club' Her curly brown hair was a mess but she looked beautiful. "Yea, barely woke up. I was out like a light."
She nodded, "After you fell asleep, Ashton and Calum took me out for some lunch."
"They didn't happen to have glassy red eyes," I asked.
She shook her head, "Nope, they assured me that they weren't high." She sighed, "Do you ever get tired from all this?"
"From what?" I asked.
"From all this," She motioned to our surroundings. "Do you ever want to just get off the grid and go back to your family or start a new life and go to college. Settle down."
"I used to give it thought, but Hazel you have to realize that the mafia isn't something you can easily give up. It isn't something you can leave behind from day to night. I made a pact and I got in here and I can't get out. The only way to get out is by dying." I paused. "But to answer your question, no, I do not get tired of this. These guys are my brothers, they're my family and there's nothing I won't do for them."
She nodded, "Sounds like a pretty secure family you got."
"What can I say? We got each other's backs," I said.
The sound of guns being shot ripped through the night. Glass shattered as bullets broke through. I grabbed Hazel and made sure she was behind the island. I reached under the counter and pulled out a gun from the adhesive. I immediately began shooting when I spotted someone outside the windows. I heard guns going off upstairs. Everyone was awake.
"Luke!" Michael called.
"I'm here!" I shouted back. "Hazel!" I wrapped my arms around her shoulders as I led her towards the safe room. I unlocked the doors and pushed her inside. "Stay here!" I ordered. "You'll be safe."
"Please come back to me alive, Luke," She pleaded.
I nodded and closed the door, it immediately sealed shut. Calum was running down the stairs. His gun was craddled in his arms, "It's SOPRANO."
"No one gets away alive! Take them all out," I ordered and grabbed another gun from the hiding spot before pushing my back against the brick wall. I poked my head around the corner to look out the window. there must've been four of them. I aimed and shot one of them.
The rest was chaos. I bolted upstairs to get a better view. Ashton had already taken out two guys. They were aiming to the windows. The vulnerable spot of the whole headquarters. A small ball flew past Michael and I. It was ticking.
"Grenade!" Michael shouted as he dove for it and threw it out the window. It exploded and took out one guy.
"You have a death wish," I stated. "You're suppose to run away from grenades not to them."
"Can't let them take the warehouse too." He replied.
My flesh burned and I clutched my shoulder. I pulled my hand back and saw blood. A bullet grazed my skin. "You okay Luke?" Michael asked.
I nodded, "Yeah, just a flesh wound." The bullets stopped.
"Luke," Jacob said, "You should take a look at this." he had blood smeared on his forehead and was holding his gun. I moved towards the window. A patch of fire burned in a pattern. A pattern that was all too familiar. A circle with a single slash through it.
I groaned, "This can't be happening."
"So that wasn't SOPRANO," Calum said.
"No, it was the Granati family."