STATUS: closed for @kirapctel
LOCATION: the parking lot of valencia women & children’s center
Serafin’s stalk on his path back to his bike from the warehouse on the women and children’s center’s property was angry, growing more and more aggressive with each step. Someone was going to pay. He didn’t know how, and didn’t know when but there was going to be a few names on Lev’s list for the following week. The day before he’d sent Azul out there to check on his crew, only for her to find them bleeding out on the cement floor. Not only had they nearly cost a couple of his brothers their lives, but they disrupted the deal he had going with Azul who was never supposed to see shit like that. He’d be handling the deals on his own from then on. He’d send a couple of street rats out there later that night to clean up the mess, but that would be the last a street rat saw of the warehouse for a long while.
If you asked, Serafin would blame the seven years it had been since he’d seen the woman and not how lost in his thoughts he was that caused him to nearly walk into her before recognizing her, his bike parked next to her own vehicle. “Holy mother of shit, if it isn’t the devil...” The man spoke, surprised, despite the sardonic laugh in his tone. His own relationship with his mother’s child inched into his brain, transforming the look on his face into one that was far more combative then what he typically reserved for those outside of his own experience. “What the hell are you doing back here? And shit, around kids no less?”