be able to hurt her, and while that's already a lost cause with Bones and I, and a handful of our Crew, she refuses to give anyone that kind of sway over her ever again.”
Everyone is quite for a moment, before Cobra speaks again, this time his dark eyes trained on me like he’s assessing ever weak spot ready to exploit them all. There is now emotion on his face, much like priest’s face when she’d begun her information gathering.
“Also, Luca was it?” I nod, warily, “If you ever, and I mean ever imply that Priest came to her position because of her face, Alonzo won't be able to find your body. Not only is she supposed to be your new boss someday, she has already outshone your ability to do your own damn job, and should have earned your respect. She's managed to catch your boss, as well as yourself, off balance with the ability to pull a gun before you can even begin the thought process to decide your gun is a necessity. If any of the crew had heard you say that,” Bones startled gurgle of a laugh cuts Cobra off.
“The few women of the crew would claw out your eyes and feed them to Priest, and the men would probably beat you within an inch of your life before hog tying you and delivering you to her doorstep. Crew is ruthless, especially for her. Probably because of how ruthless she is for them.”
Priest
I sent Tony back to the warehouse so I could have a moment to myself, to try to wash away the numbness with the blood that does down the drain as I wash my hands, unhurriedly. I am not ashamed of what I do for the people I love, the ones I protect, and maybe that in itself is wrong, that I don’t feel like I need justification beyond protecting my own, but I really don’t care.
Tony held the whole time, and never seemed sickened and I think that it’s probably because this is close to what he does. The other three enforcers all looked a little…prim, less likely to get their hands as messy as mine. It made me look at Tony a little different that he didn’t run, made me think that maybe his monster and mine could be friends and share a bag of chips while swapping stories.
I wash my hands meticulously, taking a breather before I have to face all the drama I’m sure to walk into. I knew I wasn’t going to like being dragged into this fucking world, but now, after finding all this out, its looking like I don’t have a hope or prayer of just walking the fuck away like I want to.
I don’t even try to hold in the sign as I wipe my hands on the black towel and head to the warehouse next door. Mrs. Tamayuchi was kind enough to “rent” the warehouses out to the crew, knowing full well what goes on in them both. While I’m sure at one point in her life she probably would have frowned upon what I did, those old sentiments left a long time ago when I took care of her daughter, Misa, when I stepped in during a domestic dispute at a bar.
Sometimes it pays to be a vigilante, not that taking down abusive husbands and pimps was the noblest of vigilante acts, but I did what I could for those suffering.
Anyway, now Misa is back at home with Mrs. Tamayuchi and back in school for nursing.
So as I walk out I nod at the security camera she’d had her son install when she got worried about my safety when extracting information.
I slip into the other warehouse unnoticed, not even Cobra seems to notice my presence, and I listen for a bit.
I’m not surprised to find Bones and Cobra trying to enlighten the poor idiot I have for a father about being in the crew. Okay, so maybe idiot is too strong since we don’t know each other at all. But damn does he presume a whole lot.
I remain quite, just observing the whole thing, until he says, “You realize she's going to have to leave this crew, right?” he spews the word crew out like it’s some dirty word, rather than the promise of family and protection and security Cobra, Bones, and I have made it. I enjoy the startled jumps he and everyone else in the room makes when I finally interject.
“I don’t