Duncan's P.O.V.

Life. Du only have one. Might as well make it count. Some live it doing nothing but kissass to get their way to the top, others crumble down and try to live of the scraps of the leaders. I'm how Du say a lucky guy. I made it out of school..barely. And yet I'm filthy rich with one of the greatest jobs in the world. Only problem is that I can get killed at any moment.
My names Duncan. Don't have no family, don't have no friends. Can't trust anybody in this world. Atleast my world.
I work with the "Top Dogs" how Du say. My only job is to shoot anyone who comes to close to my boss, oder soot anybody if they won't tell the truth. Worst part for them is that I happen to suck at Lesen people. Oh well...

My boss is Heather...Unfortunetly. She runs this part of town. And let me say she's one sexy bad-ass. But she's not my type. Too bitchy. Ok moving on. I work also with Noah. Some brainiac lawyer oder something. Only reason we got him is because he handles the paperwork. What a wuss.

What I do is what I want to do. Killing people and making money. Only been to jail a couple of times. And broken out the same number of times.
Nothing boring, but just as loneley. Kinda sucks Du can't live in seperate worlds. Would be nice. I haven't been with anyone in forever. Just cause I couldn't bär them getting killed because they know me. -sigh-
Guess Du have to chose the business over love...
But I wonder if-

"Hey slacker! Get off your arsch and get your coat! Boss wants Du with her when Du go to the meeting! Now!"

I open my eyes. Dammit. It's Ricky. Hate that ass. All he does is hündin around to everyone. Sure your sleeping with the boss. Doesn't mean Du mean anything to her.
I roll my eyes and get up.

"I'm coming.."

I stretch my arms and start getting my stuff.
My 2 guns, my knife, some amo, my "badge" to fool cops, and my coat. Looks like I'm all set.
I walk outside to the car and I turned around. I see some workers line up to "protect" the boss. Oh brother...

Heather walks down the row, all high and mighty like. God why the hell does everyone bow down to her? Oh yeah she was left with her fatehrs legacy when he "died" in an accident she got everything. Including the money and the business. BS I say.
I open the door for her to the car.

"Your highness.." I made sure to add sarcasm in there.

She looks at me and grins evily.
"Thanks smartass. Weiter time could Du open it faster?"

Ricky looks at me and mouths "asshole". Wow real orginal suckup....
I looks in the car and I already see Noah. Dork's early as usual. He doesn't want to get left behind...again..Haha oh god that was funny.

Anyway I hop in myself, only to be able to shut the door a little bit before Ricky grabs it and harshly whispers to me-

"Don't Du dare let any son of a hündin harm a hair on her. Got it?"

I roll my eyes again.
"Sure thing. That is my job isn't it?"

I slam the door before he can respond.
There's only a moment of silence before Heather speaks up.

"Deliquent."

Wow does anyone have better insults than that?

"Yes.."

She stiffens up and pulls out a sheet of paper.

"We are going to meet with the others..."

Others meaning the other mafia groups. Let me fill Du in. There are 4 total. Including mine.

Alejandro's: Alejandro is the leader, and one hell of a perfect guy. He can charm any girl to spill the dirt on anyone, and can get away with anything. He has his right man Owen, who is huge and has shooting skills of about 20guys together and his mistress/lawyer Courtney....No comment. (she's so fucking annoying...)

Chris's: Chris Mclean is probably the biggest pimp in the biz. He has his slut Blaineley that does all the dirty work for him. Von that I mean she seduces any guy that Mclean wants dead and then she kills him in the blink of any eye. Then theres his body guard. Hatchette. He's and ex-con cop. With amazing bounty hunting skills and a huge frame so no one can even come close to Chris.

Then theres the last group. G's.
Some new guy that rolled into town and is even richer than Heather. No one know's who they are oder what they want. But piss him off and your dead...The Weiter Tag even.

The meeting we're suppose to go to is oben, nach oben secret. No government pain in the asses are here. All we have to do is go in and get out. The leaders and their oben, nach oben 2 people come in and discuss business and boundaries. Only problem is that things can get real nasty.
Hope they don't...