Restaurant chaos

Martil’s pov

Kaleb and I proceeded to do the job immediately. We headed to the famous restaurant where the guy and the lady we were looking for were working. In pretense, of course. They belonged to a murderous gang, they stole from my men and they had the nerve to work in a restaurant like common people.

I spotted them the moment we walked into the restaurant. A small, dim corner table by the window. The guy looked smug, the kind of confidence that came from thinking he’d gotten away with something. And next to him, the girl, fiddling with her phone like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s them,” I murmured to Kaleb.

He gave a barely noticeable nod, scanning the restaurant like a hawk.

“They don’t even know they’re screwed,” Kaleb said under his breath, his lips curling into a quiet smirk.

I chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

We moved closer, keeping to the shadows of the booths, pretending we were just passing through.

The guy looked up briefly, caught my gaze, then quickly looked away. Good. Fear should start creeping in soon.

I leaned slightly toward Kaleb. “Are you ready?”

Kaleb’s hand brushed the small syringe hidden in his pocket. “Always,” he whispered.

“No mistakes. Keep it clean.” I muttered loud enough for his hearing.

I studied the pair at the table. There were no much customers, especially for a restaurant that was just a cover up.

The guy was laughing, tossing his head back while the girl chuckled arrogantly. They had a fit for each other though. What annoyed me the most was how they thought they were untouchable.

I stepped just a little closer, letting my presence fill the area.The guy rose up, his smile faltering slightly.

“You need an order?” He asked.

“Just chilling for a bit.” Kaleb responded with a straight face.

“You boys look familiar,” he said, voice uneven now. “Aren’t you—”

“Friends of ours,” I interrupted smoothly.

My tone was calm, almost casual, but beneath it was a warning. “We noticed you’ve been… taking liberties with people we know.”

Kaleb’s fingers tightened around the syringe. “I’d advise you not to keep doing that,” he said, his voice deceptively soft.

The girl’s hand went to her bag, probably looking for her phone. “We—” she started, but I cut her off with a single sharp glance.

“Don’t,” I said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. The kind that made people freeze.

Kaleb moved behind them swiftly, almost invisible to everyone else in the restaurant. I kept my eyes on the guy, watching for any sudden move.

“You think you can just—” the guy began, but his words died in his throat.

“Kaleb,” I said quietly.

He pressed the syringe against the back of the guy’s neck carefully and smoothly. It was also controlled, like someone who had ten years experience.

The world blurred before the guy’s face. His limbs went numb and he slumped into a nearby chair.

The girl stiffened, her eyes popping out wide. “Who…who are you people?” She asked.

Before she finished the sentence, Kaleb was already moving. She suddenly pulled out a knife, ready for a fight before she went down.

I chuckled, tapping a finger on the table. “You wouldn’t want to do that.”

She became distracted by me. Kaleb seized the chance. The second injection was quick and silent. She didn’t scream. She couldn’t.

I exhaled. No one had noticed. The few people in the restaurant were too busy and besides, it was a blind spot.

I stood up and stepped beside them with Kaleb wiping his hands like it was filled with so much dirt that I almost cracked my ribs in laughter.

The both of them were down, unconscious and very quiet.

“How do we move them?” Kaleb asked.

“The normal way.” I answered. “Let’s get them out of here.”

As we pulled them towards the exit, I kept my head head high and my expression casual. We passed the back, not the front. The world didn’t know what we did and that was exactly how it should be.

People were busy. Not many people cared. That was perfect. Kaleb drove off immediately.

“We need to find out about everything.” Kaleb said, as we reached the gang’s underground.

Bucket of water was splashed on the male’s face. He grumbled loudly, shaking the water off his face as he turned around in fear and in chains.

“I bet you didn’t think you’d be facing something like this the entire time.” I said, stretching my legs on where I sat.

“Who are you? Why did you take us?” He asked with a rigid face.

I looked at Kaleb and he bursted into laughter. “He’s asking why we bundled them like wraps of spaghetti.” I joked.

“Man, I just want to know why we are here.” He hissed out of impatience.

I ticked my tongue. “I’m an impatient person myself so I’ll not take that into account.”

The room quieted.

“You were involved in robbery a night ago where you took gold from some other men.”

He pretended to be confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Kaleb, why don’t you enlighten our guest?” I stood up and walked out.

After a second, I heard screams that could tear off a wall. I walked off, pulling out a smoke from the back of my pockets.

I hadn’t even lighted the smoke when my phone popped up with a notification as I switched it on.

Almost thirty missed calls from my dad. What the hell. I knew what he wanted. ‘Dinner’

I scoffed. A message came in.

‘Hey. Are you good? Haven’t seen you at all.’ From Corleone.

No, it wasn’t last night. It was at dawn this morning. Did she really care or dad did a performance that made her text?

Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I put the phone back in my pocket and lighted my smoke.

But my mind never left her. Corleone, my stepsister.