#char-kelly

[lukethemartin]

Penthouse Suite | @Charlie

Everything was looking up. Business was booming and there was nothing else to worry about. There was no word of any trouble once Luke got back from Colombia. He felt lighter. A weight was lifted and he was ready for whatever was next. Once he landed, Luke got notice that Jake would be out of the hospital soon and ready to go home. That was good. He would pick him up and make sure everything was okay. Then he would have Matty catch him up while he and Charlie disappeared for awhile. His wife. Charlie Martin. It was all surreal and it happened so fast. He didn't even wear a ring. Not that he stray. Charlie was his world. He would protect her no matter what or die in the process. She was the only thing he loved more than his work. It took him longer to get home than what he promised Charlie. He didn't let her know he was stopping to pick up Jake either. He told a few of his boys to meet him there to help. Jake would stay at his place until he was better. It was safer there. And quiet. Everyone knew better than to just walk into Luke's house. Jake was still pretty out of it when they got to the hospital. At least Luke didn't have to look at him plugged up to those machines anymore. He would be in a wheelchair for awhile but Luke would accommodate. The boys could work on building more ramps while he was gone. They were in and out of the hospital in no time. Jake was loaded into Luke's car and the other boys followed in a separate vehicle. Charlie probably wouldn't be too pleased with a group of boys pulling up to their house just as they were about to leave for vacation. But this was a day in his life. She should have been use to it by now.

[trustnonebristol]

Rank and File ||Personal

Mac had texted Luke and he wanted her to chase him. She'd had enough of game playing. She may not be a king or queen on this chess board but she was an active pawn now. Thank you Luke for that. Her thoughts have been a nonstop nightmare even while awake. What finally pushed her over the edge from passive to active was finding Ana the day before. Luke had left her there. No way to call for help. Possibly to die. The soundtrack in Mac’s head had additional sounds to it. Ana whimpering, her pain. Mac wanted to draw blood now.

Luke had warehouses everywhere. She knew the location of four. That is all she needed to know when working for him. The main one was always monitored by a whole host of lost boys. The numbers would be against her there. She didn't have enough bullets. But that left three other warehouses to pick and choose from. Mac chose one that had three to five boys at most as wasn't heavily used. It wouldn't be the biggest hit against Luke but maybe enough to draw him out.

She'd spent half a day watching from the car. When she was ready to strike, she parked about a mile away. No need for her car to be noticed or compromised. She stuck to side streets and shadows when walking to the warehouse. Mac had counted boys going in and out. Definitely three. She was at the corner of the building when one of them came out to grab a smoke. Mac rolled her shoulders. She took the gun out of her waistband. The safety had been off a while. She walked along the building quietly and quickly, bringing the gun up as the boy noticed and turned to face her. She barely heard her gun as it went off twice. One bullet ripped through the boy's knee while the other hit his shoulder. He was rolling on the ground screaming to the heavens. The noise would bring out the others. One main entrance, one main exit. It would be like shooting sitting ducks.

She crouched down to make herself a smaller target as the boys coming out would have their guns drawn, expecting gunfire. The first one that came out had his arm straight out as if the enemy would be standing out in the open waiting to get shot. She fired another two shots. One hit the kid in the elbow and both he and the gun dropped. The third guy came out but was smart enough to duck and swing out to the direction of the gunshots. Mac felt a bullet ricochet off the warehouse siding as she fired four shots. He was dead before he hit the ground. She got up and walked over to the two screaming boys.

Mac stooped down to the second one she'd shot. She put the gun to his head. He stopped screaming but was visibly in pain. “Where is Luke?” The guy kept his mouth shut. She considered pulling the trigger when the other guy spoke up. “We don't know. He's not expected here tonight.” She didn't take her eyes off the guy with the gun to his head. “Do either of you know where he lives?” She knew the answer to that one but she asked anyway. She wanted to see fear.

The other kid answered again. “No.. look.. we're not that high up.. please..” She pulled the gun away from the guy's head and brought it down on his face, smashing his nose and knocking him out. She walked over to the guy with all the non-answers. He was trying to scramble away but his injuries wouldn't let him. “Has there been a blind girl here?” The guy shook his head but she noticed something in his face. She pointed the gun at his head. “What do you know?”

“Not much I swear.. gossip.. she was being held out of town.. and then...” The guy swallowed hard. “Connor was sent to pick her up...” Mac's blood went cold and she reached down, grabbing the kid by the shirt and the gun under his chin. “Tell Luke I was here. Next place, expect more bodies.” She smashed him across the face then dropped him to the ground. She grabbed the discarded guns and hustled away.

[trustnonebristol]

pat benatar - hit me with your best shot

(i need a better version)

[lukethemartin]

Phone Call | Charlie

Luke: Charlie. Hey. Everything okay there?

[lukethemartin]

Phone Call | Charlie

Luke: Hey. I've got to make a trip soon. Just wanted to let you know.

[lukethemartin]

All in the Family | Personal

It was a slow day at the warehouse. Luke was still trying to recover from losing a good amount of his product and some of his men. He sat in his office finally cleaning off his guns. He enjoyed taking them apart and putting them back together. Luke was making plans for Charlie to use the bigger machinery once she was ready. But for now they stayed locked up.

His phone buzzed. Luke took a peek at the caller ID. He decided to ignore it and kept right along with what he was doing. Not even a second went by when his mobile stopped ringing did it start all over again. He huffed in frustration. Luke didn’t want to be bothered with petty things today.

“What.”

“Is that the way to talk to your old grandad boy?”

Luke gave a chortle at the voice on the other line. His granddad saved his life in more ways than one. Even if Luke couldn’t go live with him. He got him away from his drug addicted parents. He was an important man and didn’t have time to have kids running about. But when the time came he took Luke under his wing.

“I don’t take kindly to private numbers.”

“Now you know who it is. So show some respect.”

Luke was quiet. If he was getting a calling from his grandfather then something was up. He wasn’t going to wait long to find out what.

“What is it?”

“It’s time we had a chat. Face to face. About a few things you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“You’re coming to Bristol then?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You. You are coming to Dubai. We’ve got a big meeting happening here soon.”

“That’s not going to fucking happen Pops. Not without-- it’s not a good time.”

“Without your girlfriend and this little pissing war you’ve got going on? You don’t really have a shitting choice lad. This fling you’ve got going on with the Boyd is unacceptable. He’s important to his operation. Just as important as you are.”

“He’s apart of this? Louie. Fuck me. You’re funny.”

“Lucas stop being a gobshite for one jesus fucking second. Listen to me. In two days you’re going to be in Dubai. You’re going to sit across from the fucker in a room filled of motherfuckers and play nice. Your girlfriend will be fine. Alright boy? Your little playhouse will be ran as usual without you.”

“How do you know about-- you’ve been watching me?”

“Of course I have. We all have been. You’re sending us all to early graves. Speaking of that girl of yours. You tell her I’ve got something special waiting when she’s done playing with boys and ready for a real man.”

“She has a real man you old cunt. I’ll talk to her. I’ll be there.”

“Unarmed.”

“Fuck off.”

“Lucas. Don’t fuck with me.”

The phone call ended before Luke could get another word in. He was furious. Dubai was far. And a place he was unfamiliar with. To make matters worse he’d be there with Louie and the rest of the families. Even if his granddad was the Head. He didn’t see this going any way he’d agree with.

[lukethemartin]

Text | Charlie

Luke: It's been a few weeks. Hows Africa?

[killem-kindly]

L’espion | @Charlie

It wasn’t hard to find out where a group of reckless boys stayed. The problem wasn’t finding the location but infiltrating it. Keegan walked passed the place one a day at different times for a week. He was waiting for a friendly face or any face to emerge from the block that wasn’t apart of a group. These lot traveled in packs and all that meant for him was getting his ribs kicked in again. Louie had given him his directions. Keegan wasn’t one to follow instructions. He had his own way of doing things. There was no way he’d be able to waltz in and demand to speak to Luke. Maybe if he needed a job they’d jump him in or something. 

“It’s always the pretty ones that are hard to get next to..” he said lighting a cigarette. Luke didn’t appear to be intimidating in the least. He looked too much like a Swedish model for Keegan to take him seriously. But in reality this was all a joke to him. Louie, the turf war, the sausage fest that too place in the warehouse on the corner. They didn’t know real twisted danger like he did. This was a game they were playing. Some of them had gone too far but it was nothing like he experienced growing up. Keegan exhaled. When the smoke cleared he noticed a woman walking pass the warehouse. If she lived around here she had to have known something. He placed the stick back between his lips and jogged across the street to catch up with her. “Excuse me? Miss? Hi.” He stuck out his hand with a smile. “Name’s Logan. New to the area. Wolverhamption and all that.” Keegan took the cigarette from between his lips again. “I was wondering do you know anything about this warehouse? Is it abandoned? I’m looking for a place to throw a party.”