POV Nate*

Unbuckling my seat belt and lowering my seat back, I raise my hands over my head and take deep breathes as I take a couple of seconds to myself as I close my eyes.

It began to feel almost relaxing until I'm disturbed by the rhythmic vibrations of my phone, 'Man-Man', I brace myself for the conversation after letting it ring and finally slide the screen and bring it to my ear.

"Manuel."

"Hey, Nathan, meet me at Never-wood, I got a surprise for you.". I swear to myself and put the keys in the ignition, speeding there.

Minutes later, I pull up in front of my best friend Manuel's club and show the bouncer my ID then make my way to the VIP section. He was sitting on a lounge couch arm and arm with some pretty girls in short skirts.

"Manny!". Man-Man's head quickly snapped to the sound of my voice and motioned for me to follow him to the back room.

The club music boomed and clashed with its bass from its overpriced speakers but faded slowly as we came into the room. We walk into the dim room and I can barely make out a girl sitting in the middle of the room blindfolded and bound to a chair with a boy strapped behind her to the same effect.

Man-Man flips the switch making the pair more visible but to my surprise it was Abigail.

"What da fuck is she doing here!?". Slamming him into the wall only made me more pissed as Pete's words of not doing anything reckless haunted me.

"See what she has to say". My footsteps filled the room causing her to wince and shudder the closer I became.

"I don't know who you guys are, But my dad's a cop!". She quaked through her tears, soaking her blindfold, her long red hair dropped in her face.

Taking a moment to think I exhaled deeply, as I squat in front of her removing the blindfold. Her shaking froze instantly catching my gaze.

"…Oh God…". The level of fear she was showing somehow was enough to stop her ugly cry.

"Babygirl, there is no God here, now, with that being said, it's Neverland…so I'll have to do".

"One way or another, you will be going home but in what state is up to you. Don't lie to me and we'll let you go.".

I put my hands behind me, letting a goon take off my jacket.

She sees the tattoo of a hook on my forearm and tries to avoid my gaze but fails and stares at the biceps and hook tattoo on my forearm.

"I told my best friend Jerricho about the rumors people say about you and he told my dad, we didn't know they would come to your house…please let me go".

There were a number of things I could do to her to make sure she wasn't lying but she wasn't that stupid to consider it. Slowly lifting myself up, I lean in her face and smile at her blushing pale face.

"Take her".

"What?!?!". Man-Man hit her behind the head, knocking her unconscious, and moved across the room after he severed the rope to the other chair.

I walk around to the other person, doing the same to him as he wakes up to see me squatting a few feet in front of him.

"Fuck you, Nathan!".

He began to jerk at me with venom in his words, only hurting his own wrists the more he did.

"Now that's no way to talk to someone who has your life in their hands.".

I smiled at him with his chest rising and falling in anger within his breath.

"Yea, Well, you wouldn't be talking so tough if I wasn't strapped to a fucking chair!".

With the nod of my head, Manuel cuts his wrists loose.

Jerricho winces at the red marks on his wrists and in an effort to overpower me, He takes a shot at me but misses as I cradle my fist inside his lower torso before striking him to the floor on his knees, bleeding onto the cement, reminding him where his place was.

"25,486,180 dollars...that's the benchmark, that's the bare minimum of someone in my position makes every three months but a snitch gets a bullet.".

Manuel presses his piece against the back of his head, eyes shaky and still trying to play 'tough guy' but the fear in his eyes is enough to make me smile.

"What? You want me to convince you that I don't deserve a fucking bullet? You know what F-".

It took him roughly five seconds to realize no one was behind him and I had a noir piece of my own pointed at his liver with my finger already close to cranking a black lever.

"Beg.". I tilt my head, watching the windows of his soul start to cloud. I take my eyes off him to check my watch, seeing it's a text from Pete but the little Rat rushed me, struggling to take my piece.

We wrestle for a moment until I pull it away from us and come back down with it across the side of its face and let off two shots in front of its face, stopping them in their tracks and leaving him out cold and lying in a pool of their own making.

"Bring her over here!". The other one is cut free and thrown at my feet.

"Look at me...I don't give a fuck who your father is, you are going to make back every cent you cost me, or every soul that calls 1127 Crestmont Drive home will become ashes along with it.".

"I don't have any money, it's all a trust fund, I can't touch it till I'm 18...".

"The end of spring break...you will get me what's mine; I don't care how or he'll be the first to burn.".

I walk past her, giving her a moment to breathe before knocking her out and writing how much she owed on her arm.