Chapter 2:
Untamed Rhapsody
“Fal, you ever think about how much we really know about our crew?” I finally asked, breaking the silence as I turned the corner onto our street. Fal looked up from his phone, his brow furrowing.
“What do you mean?” “I mean… there’s something off about the way things went down. The Ravens have been acting up, but this feels bigger than just a turf war. We’ve been in this game long enough to recognize when something doesn’t add up.”
He scratched his head, glancing at me sideways.
“What are you getting at?”“Hugo’s death… it felt too orchestrated. Like someone wanted to send a message.”Fal sighed, shaking his head.
“What do you want to do? We’re not detectives. We’ve got our hands full just keeping the business running.”
That much was true. We were knee-deep in the local crime scene, having taken over a portion of the territory after Hugo’s passing. We dealt with everything from smuggling shipments to running protection rackets. The money was good, but it came with a price: the constant threat of violence, betrayal, and losing everything we had built.
“I just want to understand what happened,” I replied, my voice steady. “Let’s focus on the business for now, but we need to keep our eyes open.”
As we pulled into the driveway, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our lives had shifted dramatically since Hugo’s death. We used to joke about how we’d take the reins together, but now the reality felt heavier. We stepped inside and grabbed a quick lunch, our mother bustling around the kitchen, still lost in her grief. It was hard for her, and for us too, but we knew we had to put on a brave face. The world didn’t stop for our sorrow, and neither could we. After lunch, we decided to head to the garage to sort out the last shipment we received from our connections in the city. It was a routine task, one that helped keep our minds off the funeral and the uncertainty looming over us.
“Hey, Fal, you remember that time we had to move those crates before the Ravens showed up?” I laughed, recalling the adrenaline rush of that night. He grinned, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you nearly slipped in the mud and took out half the crew with you. We still laugh about it.”
“Good times,” I said, but the laughter faded as I thought about how things had changed.
“We’ve lost a lot since then.”
“Yeah, but we’re still standing. That counts for something, right?” Fal replied, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We have each other, and we’ve got our crew. We’ll get through this.”
The garage was filled with the familiar scent of oil and metal, a comforting reminder of our life before tragedy struck. We spent the afternoon checking inventory, loading boxes, and preparing for our next operation. We worked in silence, the gravity of our situation lingering in the air. As dusk began to settle, I glanced at Fal, who was busy packing up some supplies. He was my twin, my mirror, and I could see the concern etched on his face.
“You know, Hugo always believed in us,” I said quietly, trying to fill the silence with something meaningful. “He thought we could take this business to the next level.”
Fal paused, looking up at me. “Yeah, and we will. But we have to be smart about it. With the Ravens getting restless, we can’t afford any slip-ups.”
The conversation shifted back to business, but I could feel the tension lingering. We were not just mourning our leader; we were stepping into a role we were not entirely prepared for. We had to navigate this world of crime and deception while trying to honor Hugo’s legacy. As we closed up for the night, a sense of determination settled over me. Whatever had happened to Hugo, we would uncover the truth. We’d carry on the business he had built and ensure that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.
“I swear we’ll make this right,” I promised, locking the garage door behind us.
“For Hugo.” Fal nodded, his resolve matching mine.
“For Hugo.”
Together, we stepped into the night, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
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