|| Luke ||
After the attack yesterday, we all had to do our best to clean up. We straightened up all the knocked over furniture, lifted up all the metal barricades with a single push of a button and used this time as an advantage to sweep the floor. Michael groaned when I handed him the broom.
"Really Luke?" He asked.
I nodded, "Yes." He reluctantly took the broom and began sweeping. There was a knock on the front door "I'll get it," Jeremy said.
I walked over to Hazel who was eating some chocolate cake that she made. She smiled at me, "Want some?" Before I could answer Jeremy called me over, "Don."
I turned and he held a letter, "What is it?"
"From the Granati," He replied. As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone stopped what they were doing. I took the letter in between my fingers and read it.
We need to talk. Meet me in my headquarters, in the heart of Manhattan. We need to discuss business. Come alone.
"What's it say, Don?" Felix asked.
"I need to meet Don Bernardo," I said.
"I'll go with you," Michael spoke up.
"No," I stopped him. "I must go alone." I grabbed my leather jacket off the couch and slipped it on before stuffing the letter in the pocket.
"Are you sure?" Calum asked. "We can be on standby if you need us to."
"No," I put my gun in it's holster. "You guys stay here." I turned. "Michael, Ashton, Calum, you are now my number twos. If something were to happen to me, you guys take over." I took one look around once again. "I'll be back later."
I opened the door and walked out. I wasn't sure if I would see this place once again. I could end up dying at the hands of the Granati, but I wasn't going down without a fight. I walked towards the garage and got into the Infiniti. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I took a deep breath. I started the engine and drove away.