Chapter 1- Hamilton

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Hamilton's POV

6:45pm

"Did you hear about Mercer?" Burr questioned. I looked up from the wooden table.

"No,"

"You know Clermont Street?"

I nodded.

"They renamed it after him, the Mercer legacy is secure,"

Of course, Officer Mercer. Infamously known for his hard work in bringing down trafficking networks and mafia gangs.

"Sure," I stated simply.

"And all he had to do was die…"

I rolled my eyes; Burr was pretty pessimistic at times.

"That's a lot less work," I joked

"We oughta' give it a try,"

I snorted. Soon after, my phone vibrated. I looked across from me to see a message from Madison.

"I'm sorry, Burr, I have to go," I said, picking up my bag and grabbing my phone.

"But-"

"Decisions are happening over dinner," I cut him off, rushed to the door and left, quickly texting James back that I'd 'Meet him inside'. I began to walk speedily, eager to know what these last conversations had been about. Thomas and James never gave me a direct answer, just a few vague ones before quickly changing the subject. I do feel bad for not telling Burr, though it doesn't matter. I used to fawn over him, but I'm stronger and more powerful than him now.

I looked down at my phone again as it vibrated in my hand. It was a message from Jefferson saying 'Hurry up' I scoffed, slowing my pace and started enjoying the scenery around me.

Sadly, I had to speed up again, since it started raining, and the anticipation for a direct answer was killing me.

Was Washington really running some mafia gang?

Burr's POV

7:00pm

I stared outside at the rain as I tapped my fingers on the desk. 'What could they be talking about?

A gang? Washington? Why would they have anything in common?

Okay, so maybe I had peered at some of their private texts.

I shouldn't have looked at those texts. It's probably nothing. Maybe I was just boring Hamilton and he didn't actually get a text, maybe he just left.

I know where they are, should I go spy on them? No, no. That's dumb. It's none of my business, it's wrong. God, what am I thinking?'

I got up to pour myself a glass of water. 'I can't be thinking about this kind of crap, it could get me in serious trouble.

Especially if they are in a dangerous gang-

And there I go again. Why am I so anxious about this? It's nothing!'

"I just wish I could be there," I whisper to myself quietly. I set my glass down and look at them time; 7:10pm. I still have time.

I grab my wine-coloured coat and head outside. This is such a bad idea. The restaurant they're at is a few miles down the road, I began to run, as the rain started to get heavier. I have to know, what the hell are they talking about?

The rain really started to heave it down when I got to the restaurant. I put a hand over my eyes and looked in, I couldn't see them. I headed for the entrance and stepped inside. I still couldn't see them. I cursed mentally and sat down at an empty table defeatedly. Guess I wont be able to figure out what they were talking about now.

My thoughts were interrupted as a scream was heard from one of the tables. A distraught looking blonde woman was hysterically sobbing as a man was trying to console her. After a while the commotion stopped as the couple left, and a waiter came up to me. I thought about getting a meal because I was there, but then something else caught my eye.

Madison leaving the bathroom.

My eyes widened as I excused myself and got up to leave. Once out, I followed shortly behind him, keeping my head down so he wouldn't notice. Maybe he was going to the others? This could be my chance! I followed him for a few miles, blending into crowds and buildings so I wouldn't be spotted. Eventually, Madison stopped at an alleyway and glanced at his surroundings. I thought he had recognised me but was interrupted so he could cough into his handkerchief. He headed into the alleyway, and I quickly followed pursuit.

He stopped at a door, which was ominously lit up by a small light above it. The door opened slightly, and someone mumbled something. I couldn't hear it, which annoyed me, but I couldn't get closer as I might catch their attention. James seemed to mumble something back before the door opened and he was let in. It closed shortly after.

The conclusion I came to after about 30 seconds of thinking was that James was asked for a password which, once again, stopped me in my tracks.

There was no way I could get in through a side door or anything, for the wall blocked the entire end of the alleyway.

I decided to go round to the street on the other side. There might've been a window there I could climb through. Sadly, I couldn't see anything in alley parallel to the last. I sighed and leaned back, tilting my head up to the rain as it trickled lightly down my face, it seemed to be slowing.

I looked over up at the apartment block next to the alleyway but didn't see anything interesting (again) until someone appeared beside an open window.

It was Jefferson.

Without thinking, I climbed up the escape ladder. Running up the sets of stairs, rather noisily, too. I stopped at the window he just closed, it was shut tight. I checked the window across from it and, with some force, it opened. I rolled over the edge of the window and landed with a thump on the floor. I stayed silent for a second in case anyone heard me, and then quietly opened the door to a hallway. It seemed that the place in the alleyway was connected to the upper levels to the left. I mentally took note of that.

I walked towards the stairs that lead down to a room full of velvet armchairs that were red, placed by tables, and a small bar full of alcohol. I crouched by there, as I heard some laughter and talking. I peeked my head round the corner and saw Madison, Hamilton, Laurens and Lafayette. They seemed to be having a good time drinking and chatting. I must admit, I was pretty hurt. I thought we were all buddies together! Was it just a lie?

It was the usual banter between them, they were using dumb nicknames, too. After a while, a knock came from the door, to which Laurens got up to answer and in stepped the man himself, Washington. He entered the room, placed himself in one of the red armchairs and set his hat down as Laurens joined him at the table made for a couple.

"Hamilton! It's a pleasure to have you here!" Washington announced to the room as he simply smiled. Alexander was probably told not to say much, it was really annoying the first time I met him when he talked his head off.

The group talked for a while as I crouched there in silence with an ache in my chest. Washington was telling Alexander about how his mother had collusions with the mafia before. A few minutes passed, then Angelica entered from behind the bar. "Hello, General Washington!" She paused and turned slightly "Boys," She winked at Hamilton and he blushed slightly, Eliza then came out which made him correct his posture and clear his throat. I scoffed, he has had such a massive thing for both of them for such a long time, but refuses to do anything about it.

They talked for a little longer, and I zoned out a little because it was nothing of interest. I snapped back to reality at "Where is Jeffershi-Jefferson!" Laurens exclaimed. Seriously? Jeffershit? It was such a Laurens thing to say. "Yeah, and what about Burr?" Hamilton said. My heart sank. Yeah, what about me? Where the hell was I? Why am I not with them, having a drink and joking? The others didn't say anything and took a few glances at each other, waiting for someone to speak up. "He isn't here," Lafayette mumbled quietly in his thick, French accent. "Why not, might I ask?" Finally! At least Alex-

And then I fell backwards.

The seven looked up in my direction, thank god I was hidden behind the wall. Jefferson obviously heard commotion, as the toilet flushed. I had to escape.

I scrambled to my feet as I heard people walking up the stairs. Running to the bathroom I came from, I decided to exit through the only entrance I knew. I shut the door behind me and scrambled out the window.

I heard Jefferson come out of the bathroom and say, "What'd I Miss?" through the window that caught my attention, as someone started climbing out the after me. I grabbed my coat's hood and threw it over my head, it had probably fallen off when I was running earlier.

I sprinted as quickly as I could down the emergency steps to the ladder as I heard a few faint footsteps and someone say 'Hey!' from above me, but I didn't look. I got down the ladder and ran as fast as my legs could go and went back the way I came, passing Mercer Street and the restaurant I went to earlier.

I made it to my house after what felt like forever and my knees buckled immediately. They must've stopped following me after a while, as I couldn't see anyone outside from my window.

I took my coat off, got a glass of water and went upstairs. I didn't bother changing, just stripped to underwear and a shirt.

I wish I could tell you I slept like a log, but I just couldn't that night. Why didn't they want me there? Did they know who I was when they saw me? And, what the hell am I supposed to do now?

God, I am dreading the morning to come.