♢♡Ohm♡♢

"Ohm!" Delirious shouts, as I cock my gun. My boss bounces over like a kid, his clown makeup freshly applied and making his grin worse. "Yes boss man sir!" I laugh, watching Delirious spin a knife between his fingers like a toy. "Are you ready?" He asks, lifting his eyebrow as I sling the shotgun over my shoulder.

"Of course I am" I chuckle, leaning back on the weapon table. "Look, I call killing that Wildcat bitch, he's too cocky" Delirious grins, twisting the blade into his palm and pretending to stab someone. "Pfft, I'm sure Evan agrees with you on that one" I snicker, grabbing a hand gun. "Speaking of which, I'm going to go check up on him, his leg was hurting earlier" Delirious says, patting me on the back.

"Yeah, a lot more of him is goin' to hurt once you 'check up on him'" I snicker as Delirious' ears turn red. "Shut up Ohm, no one can know. Especially the other gangs" Delirious says sternly, forcing me to put my hands up. "Delirious, I've been your friend for years. I won't sell out your dirty secret to anyone. Now get going, boss man" I snicker, watching Delirious walk away as he grumbles.

"Fine. Be ready in an hour, Ohm" Delirious scoffs, walking down the hall. If you can't guess, Delirious and one of our gang members are fucking. Evan was shot in the leg a few days ago, and Delirious sentenced him to bed rest and barely leaves his side. We're about to go to a giant gang fight and I bet you ten bucks Delly there is running off for some good luck sex.

I'm his second hand, I prep the weapons, I shout at the men, I handle the money. I go to all the gun fights, I take his place if he gets hurt, and Evan takes my place if I get hurt. Lemme tell you, Delirious adores that guy, even if he wants the both of us to think it's just sex. Alright, I have all the guns ready, time to go get the troops.

♢♡Luke♡♢

"We're ready, sir" Tyler says, crossing his arms behind his back. "Everyone?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "Everyone" Tyler confirms, looking around for a moment. "Where's Mini? And David?" I ask, sitting up in my 'throne'. "Mini is waiting for me by the front doors, David is in the van. Marcel is prepping smoke grenades and Terroriser is grabbing his guns." Tyler continues.

"Must I go over the plan again, or not?" I huff, standing up and taking off my jacket. One of the servants runs over and takes it from me, hanging it up. "You may from some of the lesser troops, should I aquire them sir?" Tyler asks as I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. "Gather everyone. And get me my guns and two smoke bombs" I instruct.

Soon enough Tyler is standing by my side and the rest of my gang is in the room, filling up the entire space. They all speak in their own groups, until I finally get bored. "ATTENTION!" I shout, and the room falls silent. Tyler hands me one of my guns and I put it into my belt. "Here's the plan, everyone. We go, we wound, but we do not kill. I want one person, and only one, taken alive" I growl, crossing my arms.

"Today we will be dealing with the Psycho Gang. Their leader is Delirious, my childhood friend. Let's get this straight, I'd like him dead. But, a bullet to the head sounds too painless for him" I smirk, tapping my foot on the floor. "I'd love to make that man suffer. So, we'll take his bitch, who will surely be at his side during this gun fight"

People whisper and shift uncomfortably, that is until clap once. "SHUT UP! Keep an eye on the short one near Delirious from the second we arrive. Don't shoot you, just separate the two and incapacitate him. Bring him to me immediately, and we'll leave. Am I understood?!" I bark.

There's a collective murmur of agreement, and the room quickly disperses. I go back to my little throne here, smirking at Tyler as he swallows hard. "Well?" I chuckle, clipping the smoke bombs onto my belt. "Thank you sir" Tyler says, walking down the steps and towards Mini, both of them speaking in hushed tones with red faces.