This is like the shortest chapter yet and it took forever to upload. I totally suck and I'm sorry :( I've been kinda dreading this chapter since the beginning so it took forever to write.
Its been a while so quick reminder: Magnus and Ragnor are desperately trying to get any sort of evidence against Alec, but our cute lil criminal keeps screwing their plans up. He keeps doing fun things like emptying out his apartment that the police have a warrant to search and making omelettes at Magnus' apartment for kicks. Magnus knows that he like likes Alec, but he's desperately trying to deny his feelings so that he can follow the law and arrest him.
Alec fingered the gun that felt heavy in his hands. He had a bad feeling about this deal with Guzmán. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like something was going to go wrong. Taking a deep breath, Alec slipping the gun into his boot.
"You're going to shoot your foot off!"
Sighing, Alec plucked the gun from his boot and took a belt from Jace. He wrapped the belt around his waist and put the gun in the holster. "Sorry, Isabelle," he grumbled.
Izzy grinned and tightened her thigh strap, which had her gun attached to it. She was dressed in tight leather pants, like Alec and Jace, with a black tanktop and a leather jacket.
"So what's this about anyway?" Izzy asked, tying her hair up into a ponytail. "Is this a big deal or a small one?"
Jace ran a hand through his golden hair. "It's a test, basically," he said. "The deal itself is small, but it's the start of a bigger business agreement. Working with Guzmán is huge."
Alec grinned, trying to dispel his bad feelings. "And cheaper."
"So what?" Simon asked. He had the most important job of them all: babysitting duty. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and a World of Warcraft t-shirt, ready for a movie night with Max. "You guys are going to actually meet this guy?"
Izzy nodded. "We need to meet the man and check out his product before we decide to do business with him."
Simon took a deep breath and pulled Izzy in for a hug. "Good luck."
Magnus didn't like the feeling of a gun in his hand. It was his least favorite part of being a cop.
He was never the type of kid who played violent video games and wanted a profession where they could use weapons. In fact, he spent most of his childhood years dressing in bright clothing and obsessing over boy bands and cute nailpolish. But over the years, he learned that not everyone accepted a boy who liked wearing makeup and cute t-shirts. He learned that there were people in this world who would look down on you just for how you look.
So Magnus became a cop to protect the people who couldn't protect themselves. He liked the idea of delivering justice.
He didn't, however, like the idea of shooting someone.
"Come on, Bane," Ragnor said, snapping Magnus out of his deep thoughts. Magnus followed Ragnor to their car and hopped in.
They were both geared up and ready to face Guzmán and Alec, along with a number of other men and the chief. According to Camille, the deal was occurring some abandoned warehouse that Magnus didn't realized existed, which Magnus though wasn't classy enough for Alec. He figured Alec was the kind of dealer who would go to the mall and quickly pass someone a suitcase, all without looking in their direction.
Guess not.
"A warehouse?" Magnus sighed, glancing up at the structure. "Alec is such a try-hard badass. Warehouses aren't even cool."
Ragnor cleared his throat. "What was that?"
"What? It's true."
"No! I told you to stop calling him-"
The radio in the car crackled and Magnus glanced out the window. Chief was already out of the car, stalking towards the building with his men right behind him. Magnus and Ragnor waited for the order before they slid out of the car and fell into place.
The inside of the warehouse was what Magnus would call vomit-worthy. It smelled musty and dust hung in the still air. Windows were open or smashed in, allowing light to filter inside the open room. Empty boxes and overturned desks littered the empty space, and crates made it hard to see the deal that was going on. But it could be heard.
"I appreciate this alliance Alexander," a deep voice rumbled, thick with an accent. Magnus inched forward with the command of the Chief and he managed to catch sight of Alexander facing Guzmán and Camille. Guzmán was a small man in his fifties, with kind eyes and a funky beard. He had a small briefcase with him, which he passed over to Alec easily.
Alec smiled and exchanged the briefcase with a wad of cash that made Magnus' dirt-poor, Millennium mouth water. Holy hell, that was a lot of money.
Magnus caught Camille's eyes and she smiled.
"Drop the briefcase and the money, put your hands in the air!" Chief hollered, lurching from his spot behind a stack of crates. The SWAT team, who had gone in before Magnus and Ragnor, made quick work of encircling the criminals.
"Police, get out of here!" Alec shouted. He made no move to run, but Magnus caught a flash of blonde hair disappear in the opposite direction of the police force. Magnus shook it off. Izzy and Jace were the least of everyone's problems.
"You staged this?" That was Guzmán, talking to Alec. His face twisted despite Alec's wide-eyed look and the quick shake of his head. "Unforgivable." Guzmán reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rifle, moving before anyone could react.
The gunfire went off and Magnus's vision zeroed in on Alec, who was staring at the rapidly growing spot of blood near his shoulder.
Uh oh spaghetti O's