Authors Note:
To all my readers, thank you very much for your patience and reviews. I apologize greatly for the absence I unfortunately had shown. There was a very important death in the family and I have taken this time to grieve with my family and friends out of town.
Now I am back home, and ready to continue with this story.
Thank you all dearly.
Sincerely,
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Bobby, Billy, Jerry, Angel, Rick, and Lenny all stood infront of Smith's bar.
"Let's get this fucker!" Billy snarled, attempting to charge through the door before Jerry stopped him.
"Man you can't just go storming in there! It's Smith's place and he probably has it crawling with people who wanna kill our asses!" he yelled.
Billy rolled his eyes and pulled out his pistol.
"Maybe this will get em' to back off a bit" he mumbled, storming into the bar.
"Hell fucking yes! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Bobby exclaimed happily, pulling out his gun and following Billy inside.
Angel, Lenny, and Rick did the same notion and ran inside.
"Shit. You assholes are gonna get the kid killed" Jerry said worriedly, as he followed the group.
The boys were already running the joint like it was their own.
"Alright I want anybody who knows where the fuck Smith is to speak up now!" Bobby screamed.
Nobody answered.
The silence was deafening.
Angel sighed in frustration and fired his gun in the air, causing the captives to gasp and drop to the floor in fear.
"That's much better bitches!" he yelled, a satisfied smile crept across his face.
Bobby smirked at Angel and took his attention to Rick and Lenny.
"You two go and check that back room! See if this asshole is in his office!" he commanded.
They obeyed and made their way to the back of the bar, towards the iron door.
Angel shook his head and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder.
"We need to get a move on with this shit! Time is wasting and we need to find Jack!" he whispered angrily.
Bobby nodded and looked at Billy. They stared at each other for a brief moment before nodding their heads in agreement. The two allies looked ferociously at the terrified bar goers and then pointed their guns at them.
The hostages let out another skin-crawling scream.
"Alright! I'm not playin no fuckin' games nomore! It's either tell us where the fuck that jerkoff Smith is, or me and my buddy here will give all of you assholes one hell of a headache!" Billy yelled, cocking his gun and waving it at random people.
Bobby smirked again. He was really starting to like this guy's style of doing things.
"That's right! Now I wanna hear some fuckin' gossip and I wanna hear it now!" Bobby roared, also swerving his gun around.
Successfully, the plan worked.
The usher from earlier that day stood up and crept towards the angry brothers.
He lifted his hands into the air and watched the two men walk closer to him, both of their weapons now fixated on him.
"Smith stays at this abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Detroit. The asshole and his goons go there to sell their product without the cops stopping in for a visit. The place is out by Paulie's Pub" he said, gulping at the sight of the loaded weapons pointed at his face.
Billy and Bobby looked at each other and nodded, lowering their weapons at the man.
"Thanks. Tell Smith that Mercer and Darley are gonna be payin him a visit" Billy spat, putting his gun in his back pocket and turning around and exiting the door.
At this point, Lenny and Rick had returned, learning no new information.
Bobby attempted to leave with the rest of the guys but stopped abruptly when he heard the man make a smart remark at the already pissed off Mercer brother.
He quickly turned around and slammed the guy right in the nose! Causing the bastard to fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Don't fuckin smart off to me dipshit!" Bobby yelled, kicking the guy in the ribs.
He attempted to cause more pain to the man but was stopped by a cold hand laying on his shoulder.
Billy's.
"Look Mercer, we don't have time for this juvie shit. We know where Smith is keeping Jack and we need to get there now. Don't fuckin waste your time on this trash!" he said, tugging Bobby's shirt to go with him.
Bobby sighed, looked down at the man he had just demolished, and followed Billy and the gang out the door.
"Nazi, I'm gonna fuckin' rip Smith apart."