Chapter 11: Plans

"Puck will certainly be dealt with"

This sentence is the only thing I got out of that meeting with my father. This one sentence replays in my head on a loop as I drive to 'cedes house. I slow to a stop at a red light.

"Puck will certainly be dealt with"

"Fuck!" I yell and bring my fists down on the steering wheel repeatedly "God damn it!"

I don't know why this is affecting me so much, I knew what my father would say and I knew that Puck would have to die. But hearing it from my father's mouth makes it final, there's no talking it out or making deals.

You switch sides you die.

Switching sides on family just makes everything ten times more complicated.

"Puck will certainly be dealt with"

I breathe deep to steady myself as the light turns green and continue my drive home. All I can do is hope that Puck's ready for the hell that's about to befall him. I can't be there this time to get his ass out of trouble.


After parking Miss Lizzy, I make my up to 'cedes place in the fucking shit hole of an elevator. God forbid the reason I die is not from a bullet to the head or some other mob related death but from this god damned caged death trap.

"Jesus" I hiss when it jerks to a stop on Mercedes floor and quickly hop out. "Unbelievable" I shake my head and start to walk over to 'cedes door.

Before I can stick my key in, the door busts open. I jump back and reach for my gun only to get engulfed by, "Shit San, you scared the hell out of us" Mike says.

"Where the hell have you been!" Mercedes adds.

"Well, not that I don't love this sweet greeting," I point to 'cedes apartment, "I think we should take this inside".

"Yeah, get your Latin ass inside cause I'm bout to beat it down!" Mercedes states and pushes me through the door.

I look back at her shocked, "Did you just push me?" I ask incredulously.

"Nudge, I nudged you" she states and crosses her arms over her chest.

I brush myself off and glare at her, "What. The. Fuck."

"San you better explain yourself before I beat it out of you" Mercedes warns looking heated as all hell.

I squint in confusion, "Explain what?"

"Umm San," I look over at Mike who's awkwardly standing out of place by the door, "You said you'd come home after we finished with Azimio and Karofsky last night".

Recognition washes over my face, no wonder 'cedes is pissed. She hates when I go missing after a job like last night. After everything that happened with Britt last night, coming back was the last thing on my mind.

"Shit" I whisper out. I bring my hand up to rub the back of my neck sheepishly.

"Shits right San, you should have called!" Mercedes chastises putting her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry" I look at Mercedes, apologetic.

"San" she deflates and drops her hands from her hips, "Where'd you go?"

"I was on my way home, 'cedes" I say in all honesty.

"Okay, so what happened?"

"I was driving down the street trying to clear my head before I got home; I got this weird feeling so I slowed Miss Lizzy down. Then I heard someone scream. It sounded familiar 'cedes" I say looking back up at her, "so I parked my car and got out to investigate".

"Shit San! It's not safe for you to be out, let alone willingly putting yourself in danger! Trying to investigate like some damn cop! Especially with Puck having a hit out on you!" Mercedes spits out exasperated.

I roll my eyes annoyed, "ugh, you act like I'm some naïve tourist! I run a mob 'cedes, give me a little more credit" I state, feeling very offended.

"Okay guys, I think we're wandering off subject" Mike quickly intervenes.

"Anyway, so I went to investigate," I repeat, smartly "and turns out I was right with my assumption because it was fucking Brittany about to get mugged" I reveal, completely annoyed with the shock that appears on Mercedes face, and make my way over to the couch to plop my ass down.

"Who's Brittany?" I hear Mike ask, still awkwardly standing by the door.

"A girl." I state, moving on, "Anyway I just got back from my father's and we have a lot to discus." I watch Mike straighten up and switch to business mode as he walks over to the couch and sits next to me.

"What'd he say?"

"We need to get to work, find out who we can trust, and fast. I'll contact Sugar to set up a meeting-"

"Not alone, I'm coming" Mike states, daring me to say otherwise.

I huff and roll my eyes, "Right, maybe we can pull together and help protect our turfs, because alone, I don't think we stand a chance. Who knows how long Sue has been planning this" I say rubbing my head, beyond frustrated.

"And, Puck?" Mercedes softly asks finally joining the conversation.

I shake my head and look up trying to keep my emotions under control.

"We better find him before your dad does, especially if you want closure for the inevitable."

"San, are you gonna be okay?" Mercedes asks hesitantly.

I shake my head of the crippling depression that's patiently waiting to consume me and push up from the couch, "Yeah, let's get to work".


"That son of a bitch!" I scream out as I race down the alley, "Mike, split up, go down Fourth Street and cut that bitch off!" I yell behind me where I can hear Mike's breath leaving his body in quick huffs.

"Be careful San" he heaves out as he turns around and takes off towards Fourth.

That little bitch Finn is gonna get it when I get my hands on him…

I yank my gun out and slow to a jog as I turn the corner into another alley. If he thinks he can run from me he's got another thing coming.


Five minutes before…

Mike and I cross the street and make our way into the local bar, in search of any guys that claim to work for mi papi and me.

My eyes quickly find Finn sitting at the bar babysitting a beer. I look at Mike and motion over to Finn, who for his part, still hasn't noticed us.

"Let's move" Mike nods and together we make our way over to Finn and claim a stool on either side of him.

"Hey Finny boy" I watch as recognition and dread wash over his face.

"San" he acknowledges and slowly turns to face me, "Thought you were dead".

"Aww, you'd like that wouldn't you" my voice as cold as ice.

He picks up his beer and knocks it back before bringing his hand up and wiping his mouth, "What do you want, San?"

"What side are you playing for?" I ask, already reaching the full potential of my gag reflex at the stench wafting from the fuck-eyed, dickless blob beside me.

"Well San," I watch his every move carefully as he stands up to get his wallet out and pay for his drink, "I mean, do you even have to ask?" he throws his money down on the counter and starts to walk backwards keeping eye contact, I grip my gun behind my back, "Besides I thought you were dead" That's all it takes for me to rip my gun out about to light that mother fucker up, but Mike throws his body at me. He pummels me to the ground before I get a chance. And it's a good thing too. Finn opens fire on the whole bar before taking off out the door.

"Are you okay?" Mike asks as he pulls me up from the ground.

"Let's go" I hiss before taking off after Finn.


"Come out, come out wherever you are" I call out as I slow to a walk, cautious of the dumpsters and back doors that run along the alley.

He's got to be here somewhere.

Once I've walked about half way down the alley, but I hear a scuff up ahead and stop in my tracks. I squat down and close my eyes as I slow my breath and listen.

Wind whistling through the buildings, birds soaring across the rooftops, rats rummaging for food among the dumpsters, breathing.

My eyes snap open as I rise up to my full height and continue my walk forward. Right as I make to pass a small mountain of crates, Finn shoots out. I quickly duck avoiding his close line and swing my elbow back to connect with his spin. He drops to the floor grasping his back in pain. Momentarily distracted, giving me just enough time, I bring my gun up to his neck.

"Where is Puck?" he freezes in fear.

"You better answer me or I'll kill you, and leave your body to rot in this alley" I fume.

"I don't know. He's been leaving burn phones in my mail box when he wants to get a hold of me" he blurts out.

"That's all you know?" I inquire, my eyebrows rising in disbelief.

"Yes! I swear!" he yells out.

"It's crazy," I ponder and bring my finger up to tap my lips, "Just how easily you gave up that information. All I needed was my gun in your face?" I ask in revelation, "I wonder, what would happen if-"

I aim my gun at his knee and shoot.

He screams out in agony, "You bitch!" he desperately grasps at his oozing knee as he whimpers in pain.

"How many times have you leaked information while working for me?" I ask contemplating "Must have been making a lot of money on the side huh? Selling us out for what, a paycheck? Or safety, for when everything it the fan?" I state as I shoot his other knee.

"Stop! Please stop!" he desperately cries as blood puddles on to the concrete surrounding him.

"Must have been a hard life, being a, what would you call yourself? A double agent?" my voice humorless.

"Tusk, tusk, we can't have that now can we?" I state more then ask.

"Please Santana," he chokes out "You don't have to do this" his pleading eyes lock with mine.

I squat down, hovering just above his shattered knees. "I'm gonna ask you one more time" I warn "Where is my brother?"

"San,please" he begs.

I huff in disappointment and rise back up, "then I have no further use for you" I train my gun to his head.

"Sa-"

And pull the trigger.

His body slumps to the floor limp.

"San…" I turn around and am met with the shocked eyes of Mike.

I close my eyes and gather my thoughts, what did I just do? I'm not one for death, but something just came over me.

When I finally open my eyes they instantly lock with Mikes, "Clean this up" and with only last look at the mess that was Finn I turn and head to the comfort of Miss Lizzy.

Shit just got real.


A/N

Sorry for not being sorry to anybody who's a Finn lover, but I can't stand him...

I hope you enjoyed! ;)