I arrived outside of the Truck Stop restaurant that was now owned and run by Watson, one of Gill's "business partners".

It took me a few minutes to get to the restaurant by bicycle. I would have stolen a car instead but it was too risky. 

The patrol cars were out to make a quick change on any and every vehicle that they perceived to be in violation.

It was safer to get a bicycle. All I had to do was pick the bicycle lock and the rest was just to ride away as fast as possible, from the owners screaming, and running after me. It was more difficult with the weight of the bags on my shoulders, but I managed to escape.

Maybe they would report it, but the police wouldn't care enough to pursue such a trivial crime.

I stood across the street from the restaurant and observed those going in and coming.

Most of them were typical gangsters with tattoos depicting death, decorating their arms and throats. Their 9mm Glocks were flaunted at their waist like an accessory.   There were various expensive vehicles parked out front. There was no way Devin could have stolen any these, I thought.

Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary or strange. All the passersby were going about their regular lives until I saw a medium built guy in a black hoodie approach the front of the restaurant. He had the same cool light brown complexion, and short curly brown hair as myself, peaking out below the hood. He didn't look in my direction, but I'd recognize those square shoulders and that overconfident stride anywhere.

He had that look on his face, serious eyes and clenched jaws, that said he was ready to fight if it came to it and that is never a good sign.

Devin was a good fighter, but these men were killers.

He had the unnatural power to piss people off because he knew he could take them. But I thought he was smarter than this.

Dahlia going missing really threw him off the edge; all of us off the edge. Because I was being idiot number two and walking in behind him.

I kept my head down as I entered. It wasn't unnatural for underaged to he in a bar, but I didn't want the attention. There was no bouncer at the front and the place was packed with underage drinkers and some well-known criminals.

At the bar I saw a man that they called Frido, he was out on parole after 5 years in prison.

They said he was charged with raping three women. Next to him was another criminal, Victor. He was involved in stealing cars from the wealthy and selling them on the black market.

There were a few more dishonourable mentions that I knew of by just listening to Devin, Dahlia and Marcus' conversations.

I walked past the criminals and kept searching for Devin. I couldn't see him. It was broad daylight outside but the restaurant was shrouded in darkness, with little to no natural light flowing in through the heavily tinted windows.

The few artificial lights were dim and useless, which made it perfect for making drug deals.

I stood in a corner and waited to see my brother's familiar movements. A waitress in shorts so short that they exposed her entire ass and black nipple tassels came over and offered me a drink.

She wore neon pink lipstick and the heavy stench of alcohol. I refused.

"All right baby." She said, turning away and staggering to the next misguided teenager.

As I watched her leave I spotted the shadow of the familiar black hoodie moving towards the back of the restaurant.

He was following two guys walking ahead of him. I don't think they knew that Devin was behind them.

I followed the group.

They disappeared around a left turn. I followed them to that point, a quick peek around the corner showed Devin walking into the male bathroom at the end of the hall.

I shuffled to the door trying to stay as quiet as possible. I didn't know who the two men were but they are definitely dangerous if you find them here.

At first, I heard muffled talking. I distinctly knew Devin's voice but could not make out what he was saying behind the door.

I took out the 3 star when I heard the raised voice of another man. The door swung open.

"Who took her?!" I heard Devin shout.

The man stopped when he saw me. He was large enough to block me from Devin's view. He glanced at my hand holding the knife.

"Well well what do we have here?" the man said, grabbing my arm in the same spot Marcus did, and pulling me into the room.

He worked for Gills now.

"If it isn't The Vicker kids? Would Bick Vicker be proud of his sons being here?" the other guy said.

I almost threw up at the sound of this scumbag calling my father's name. How did he know us and our father? My first guess was Dahlia, who knows what came out of her drunken mouth?

"I don't know but they have a lot of balls". I looked at Devin who shot daggers at the man with his eyes. But his body language gave nothing of his anger away. His breathing was even.

His eyes shot to me and I knew that he was irritated that I was there.

"Who took Dahlia?" he asked in a quiet voice, hiding the lethality behind it.

"Ha! I don't know who took your whore of a sister" one of the men piped up, but stood directly behind the other man, blocking Devin from him. He was obviously the coward of the two, in a plain jeans and a white t-shirt.

Devin stepped forward and clenched his fists. The other man wore a tight leather jacket and even tighter leather pants. His hair was slicked back, with more grease and deep-fried chicken. He stepped forward confidently, underestimating Devin's abilities.

Both were both larger than Devin was in mass and height. I wasn't sure about this. Until Devin started to swing on the one who challenged him.

The man dodged a few left and right hooks and kneed Devin in the gut. That didn't bring him down; as Devin retaliated with an uppercut that caused him to stagger backwards and hold his nose.

The cowardly man, to my surprise,  ran in and Devin swerved him with ease. He kicked him in the back causing him to slam into the sink. The other guy stood up and held Devin around the neck holding his head, trying to strangle him.

Devin jabbed him several times with his elbow until his grip loosened enough for Devin to spin him into an arm lock.

The guy let out a small whimper pain Devin twisted his arm even more. The cowardly man stood up and took out a knife. He seemed to have forgotten about me, and I was close enough to do a low sweep kick to knock him on his back. His head smacked against the white tile floors.

His knife flew out of his hand and slid under the door of a cubicle.

"Darius get the knife!" Devin shouted, with the man still in an arm lock.

He threw his head into the corner of the sink, causing blood to spew out of his nose and onto the counter. He slumped down and Devin dropped him.

The other guy was getting up and Devin kicked him in the forehead to knock him out. I got the knife.

"We gotta go!" he said grabbing my arm and shoving me towards the door.

We ran outside. All the patrons seemed to be unaware of the ordeal inside the bathroom as everyone was carrying on with their Friday morning, drinking and partying 

We walked quickly through the crowd and in seconds we were out the door.

"How did you get here?" he asked. I pointed towards the black bicycle laud carelessly on the ground across the street. We heard shouting coming from inside the restaurant.

Instead of crossing the road towards the bicycle, we ran down the street towards where most of the afternoon crowd would be, in the heart of Berlington City.