Sorry for being late. I promise I'll update Fire of the Sun whenever I get the chapter written. I've hit a block in that area.

Remember The Name

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mello nibbled on his chocolate bar as he tracked whoever the fuck had tried to crack his systems. Stupid fucks didn't know who they were messing with. All of it was too easy. I mean really you would think that they would have a better—!

"The Fuck?" The chocolate bar fell from between the blondes teeth as the line he had been following (1) scrambled before splitting off into multiple viral threads that routed to separate towers.

Picking on a random thread he followed it while setting the two other laptops next to him on following the others.

The fuck was using one of them. And he was going to find out which. Suddenly the lead he was following dead-ended on a picture of a cat in a birthday hat and sunglasses. Haha real funny.

The laptop to his right beeped an alert and he focused on that. Suddenly the screen went black and a typing bar flashed before words appeared.

TAKE THAT BITCH ;)

The his screen went back to normal but this time it was in a gaming site. The other two laptops shut down after making a keening sound that gave him a headache.

Shit, he really didn't want to know what it meant when a computer screamed.

At least he knew which unit of the mafia he was going to blow up now. There were four unit of the mafia in New York. The Disciples from Manhattan, his own unit—The Angels—form The Bronx, The Brooklyn Tigers, The Jets from Queens, and finally the Staten Island Dragons.

The unit that had been hacking his files were the Disciples. Well time for them to bow down to the Angels again.

Thinking over the plan that was already forming in his mind he went to find Rod. He retrieved his chocolate bar and snapped a chunk off.

He doesn't need his name up in lights

He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic

He feels so unlike everybody else, alone

In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him

But fuck em, he knows the code

It's not about the salary

It's all about reality and making some noise

Making the story - making sure his clique stays up

Matt sat up straight with a wince as he noticed something on the security camera footage. It was nothing but a blur really but he had still caught it. Typing I a command to let his access the footage controls he swiveled the camera around until he caught sight of a familiar blond bob. No fudging way!

He frowned. Why was it that the blonde kept popping up on him?

Alex noticed his concentration and looked over. The whore in his lap pouted but the boss ignored her.

"What's up Mattie boy?" He asked, dragging out the last word. Matt's shifted uncomfortably but didn't show any other signs that the term of affection bothered him. Alexander frowned and pushed the slut off his lap.

Matt scowled at the older man as he stalked closer to where the gamer was sitting. Switching the focus off the blonde (who was working on breaking into their air duct system) Matt looked back at the screens, refusing to meet the other's eyes.

Like a good little whipped puppy, Alex thought.

"Come on, bro. You're not still mad at me about our disagreement earlier are you?" He asked, leaning down until his chin rested on the brunette's head.

Wrapping his arms around the boy in a mock gesture of comfort one of his hands came up to grasp the hacker's neck. He squeezed a little to remind Matt who was the master in the situation.

"I'm not your brother, Alex. So stop pretending, you fucking sadist." Matt snapped at him. Alexander chuckled.

"But I've taken you in and kept you safe. You're like family to me Mattie."

"Yeah because family member fuck each other." Matt hissed and the hand around his throat tightened until he gasped.

"Incest baby bro, incest." Alex released him.

"Sadist."

"Masochist." Alex replied over his shoulder as he walked back to the couch.

Matt hid a smile. Dumb fuck hadn't even noticed that he hadn't answered his question.

Who the hell is he anyway?

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself, now the picture connects

Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect

He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach

And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

Mello made sure his gun was on safety before he stuck it in the back of his belt and climbed into the air duct. He didn't need to go far, really all he was doing was planting a gas bomb.

He set the time ten minutes and made sure the detonator was on the same signal. The rest of the squad that Rod had sent with him were waiting at the entrance to the shaft. He glared at them before snapping out commands.

"Mike, Rickey, you two are sniping the upper storey windows. Any movement, shoot. The rest of you, flip them off before passing any windows so you don't end up with a bullet in your skull. You five, your going in first and I'll be following with four more. Don't shoot your team members unless necessary."

They all nodded and Mello smirked. "One last thing, leave the boss to me."

Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard

It seems like he's never got time

Because he writes every note and he writes every line

And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind

It's like a design is written in his head every time

Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme

And those motherfuckers he runs with,

The kids that he signed?

Ridiculous, without even trying

Matt checked to see if the his gun was still in his boot as he watched the blonde and nine others bust through the entrance to their base. It was and he could feel the switchblade in his pocket.

Alex sat up in alarm as gunshots rang out. The whore on his lap started to look around frantically before clinging to the boss.

Nowhere to run bitch, Matt thought as she whimpered in fear. This was the mafia, you'd think she'd grow some balls.

Matt chuckled. Oops.

Alex glared at him before signaling the men that were in the room to guard the door.

Turning away from the older man he tracked down the blonde's cell phone number and sent him a text.

He didn't know why he was helping but he was. Tapping into the unit member's phones he set their ringtones off.

Alex thought that he was a dog he could kick around but the stupid fucker never remembered that dogs could bite back. Payback was a bitch.

Ten percent prone, twenty percent aim,

Fifteen KDR staying the same,

Five percent Qucikscope, fifty ain't,

One hundred fuckers camp in the game.

Mello cursed as his cell buzzed in his pocket. He couldn't ignore it since it might be a member of the squad telling him something important. It better be something important, as he looked around a corner and shot before ducking out of sight.

Unknown Listing: Light's out in 20 Shoot the sound. Good luck ;)

Who the fuck…?

The building was plunged into darkness and sound erupted as ringtones and shots sounded. Listening carefully she shot toward the sound of "Soldier" by Eminem and smirked as he heard the familiar sound of a bullet punching through flesh.

The light's flashed back on as soon as the last target got shot and Mello found himself standing in front of a pair of double doors.

It's a trap, he thought, but his eyes widened as gunshots rang out behind the door. Busting through, he almost tripped over some big thug. Looking around he spotted the brunette—from the fucking club?— having a glaring contest with a black haired man. The boss. Both of them had their guns aimed at each other's heads.

Mello's men swiftly took care of the rest of the people in the room, leaving the boss, and now the brunette, for him to take care of.

Neither man looked over at the blonde walked up, his boots tapping against the floor.

"Took you long enough." Matt said, not looking at Mello. Alex scowled.

"Sorry got held up by some stupid fuck texting me." Mello quipped before pulling out his gun and pointing it at Alex's head.

The mafia boss didn't look away from the brunette though. Mello scowled and clicked off the safety.

"Stupid bitch." Alex snapped and Matt winced even though he tried not to.

Mello shot the Mafia boss in the head.

Matt watched as his "brother" fell to the ground and felt blood splatter his cheek. Fucking gross!

Mello turned his gun on him as Matt made to wipe it away.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." The blonde hissed and Matt smiled.

"I give good head." he said with a seductive smile.

Mello's finger twitched on the trigger.

"Okay, okay jeez. I helped you out okay, so that's got to count for something." Matt dropped his gun on the ground. "And I'm unarmed."

Mello really wanted to shoot him, he really, REALLY did. But something told him not to. The dancer could be useful. Plus he would bet his chocolate (okay maybe not his chocolate) that Matt was the person that had shut the lights and set the phones off. If Matt could hack then that'd be taking some of the work out of the blonde's hands.

"Fine but I won't hesitate to shoot you if you fuck with me." Mello warned him and Matt pouted.

"And here I thought you liked me." the gamer said with a smirk as he brought a cigarette to his lips. He blew a smoke ring as he walked past the blonde.

Mello glared at his back. What the fuck had he just gotten himself into?

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

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