AN/ Woo, chapter three! And guys, seriously? I don't know if the 23 people who looked at this story and didn't review didn't have accounts or hadn't posted stories before, so they didn't know that you could see how many people had visited, or what. I just wish you guys would review! Pleeeeease? -Puppy dog eyes- Anyway, it's time to hear from Dally's old gang! Sorry this chapter is so short.
Red's POV
As soon as I woke up, I knew something was off. I did a quick head count of the men sleeping in our alleyway, and came up one short. My eyes narrowed. Dallas Winston was missing. "Hey!" I barked. "Anyone seen Dallas?"
There was a general reply of 'no's, but many of the men just grunted at me. I rolled my eyes up to the sky, and sighed heavily. "They don't understand the importance of this situation!" I thought angrily. "Where is Dallas Winston?" I demanded. "He's not here!"
My second in command, Bryce, walked up to me. "Do you think he ran out on us, boss?" He asked.
"I'm thinking so," I growled, "and no one runs out on us. Let's check the area. Maybe he didn't, and he's around here somewhere. If we don't find him, then we'll come back, get the gang, and launch a full-fledged search. We'll find him, even if it takes months." I stormed to the end of the alley to look into the street, with Bryce right behind me. "No one runs out on the MccArthy gang and lives. No one has, and goddamn it, no one ever will!"
When we left the alley, Bryce went right and I went left. We didn't need to stick together. We owned that town, and everyone knew it. No one messed with us.
I started envisioning ways to kill Dallas. That's what we do to the gang members who run out on us. Kill them brutally and slowly. And the gang leader gets the final decision on how.
"We're coming for ya, Dallas. And we will find you. I'll make absolute sure of that."