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Two

Nan POV

“ W here is tha fucking old fat bastard?” I grumble as I shuffle from the meeting room, leaving girly and her merry band of men to try and sort their shit out.

“You! Boy!” I call, crooking my finger at one of Reeves’ men.

He blanches, looking around nervously before walking over to me. “Yes, mam?”

“Fuckin’ mam? Do a look like a fuckin’ mam ta ya boy?” I yell, my finger rubbing at the trigger of my trusty shotgun. If it’s possible he pales even more, looking like he might faint or shit in his pants.

“No ma, I mean, yes mam-” His eyes widen, and a squeak escapes his mouth as I shift to the side, my pearls moving with me as I push the barrel of my shotgun into his junk.

“Shut it, now where tha fuck is that old bastard you fuckers call leader?” I ask as he begins to shake.

“He went outside!” He replies quickly, his voice high pitched.

Smiling, I pat his shoulder as I shuffle past and out of the front door. I spot the old bastard lingering around a fight that has broken out in front of the building.

He doesn’t even realise I am there until I poke the middle of his back with my gun. “Ya gettin’ slow ya prick.”

“And you are getting weak.” He murmurs before turning and grabbing the barrel of my gun, turning it back so it's aimed at me. He was concentrating on the move so hard he didn’t realise I had grabbed the knife I keep up my cardigan sleeve until it is pressed to his neck.

“A think tha weight ya be carryin’ is slowing ya down.” I reply as he grins at me, dropping the barrel of the gun and raises his hands in the air.

“You always did like having me at your mercy.” He murmurs, his eyes dancing with shared memories and amusement.

“Dunnie flatter ya sen ya prick, I wouldnie touch ye with a fucking barge pole.” I narrow my eyes when he grins.

Leaning into my knife, he ignores all the others I can feel staring at us. “But you already did, if you don’t want to...revisit the good old days, why did you come to find me?”

“Ya smug prick. I came ta warn ya.” I grit out, wanting to slit his throat but holding myself back.

“About what?” He asks, my knife drawing blood from his throat not that he seems to mind.

“Ya ever dare threaten ma girly again and I will shove ma gun so far up ya arse ya will be spitting shells. Ya understand me?” I warn, deadly serious.

I see the moment he realises how serious I am being, fear enters his eyes as he freezes against my knife.

“I said, do ya understand me, boy?”

He nods against my knife, watching me carefully. “You would kill me to save her? What makes her so special that this whole war is starting to get to her?”

“Dunnie be so dumb, tha war was always coming. She just happened ta get in tha crossfires. She might not be special ta ya but she is ta me and I protect ma own. Don’t forget that.” I drop the knife and step back.

He passes over my gun which I dig into the ground like a walking stick. “So, you don’t want to fuck?”

“I dinny fuckin’ say tha did a, you old fat bastard?” I laugh, turning and heading to a different part of the zoo with Reeves swearing and following in my footsteps like a good dog.