Shaun Crimson's POV

The moment sirens were heard, the client and his boys quickly rushed to their Jeep Wrangler, while Harry shot me a screw-you glare and I nodded.

I just screwed up for the second time. But hell knew that I wasn't going to let this slide, as I pulled out one of my pistol from my waist holster.

"What in the Crimson's name, are you planning to do, Shaun?" Harry eyes opened in bafflement.

" It's as clear as DStv, bro! I'm planning to take one cop down" I replied.

" We don't fight back at the cop or don't you remember?" Harry said as he cocked his double barrel.

Hypocrite.

" Then what are you trying to do?" I smirked.

"To distract them of course. Now stop asking questions and take your ass to that car" he commanded.

" But... " I was about to say something but he didn't give me a breathing space.

"No but. Just do it!" His voice deepened.

"I'm not going to do it!" My brows furrowed as my gun aimed towards the direction of the entrance.

" Suspects on sight" we heard one of the cop saying as the cops car was driving in.

" Drop your guns" the cop said.

"Screw you!" I cursed, aiming at him.

"Just... Fuck!" Harry's hand was shot before completely the sentence so we quickly ran to my car, to prevent a gun fight.

Why didn't I obey at first?

"Can you please paddle this boat out of this busted island?" Harry yelled at me for the first time, I will say. And obeying his request, I  drove the car through the exit gate.

The cop's cars was chasing after us but thanks to the car I took, we lost them.

Forever indebted to Bugatti.

I turned and looked at Harry whose hand was bleeding and was a little dumbfounded for some minutes.

"We have lost them, bro" I finally said something meaningless and he didn't waste time in arching his brows at me. 

"Lost them?" He scoffed, and I knew I was a dead meat the moment he scoffed.

"Shaun! I thought you said that this operation won't be busted?" Anger laced his voice.

" I thought so too"  I shrugged.

I really did have that thinking.

"So should I just shoot you on your hand just like the cop did to me?" He was a bit serious.

" That won't be necessary, bro. Except you want Jayson to kill the both of us" I faked a smile.

Jayson. 

Now that I have thought of him, how am I going to explain the situation? We're really going to get his tormenting lectures today. 

Screw me.

"So what do you plan on telling Jayson?" As if Harry had been reading my thoughts, he inquired.

"Uhmm." 

"You mean you didn't think of a backup lie?" Harry eyes opened wide.

" Yeah" I stressed the word.

" Why?" 

" That's because I didn't know that the operation will get busted again" I said calmly.

" Good. Now we driving this car to hell" Harry nodded as his face was a bit red from the pain coming from his hand.

" Why don't you just think of a way out?"  I suggested, angrily.

" I have already thought of a way out, bro" he forced out a smile.

So this little prick has been pulling my legs all this time. Harry! You cute devil!

"What's it?" I inquired.

"I think we should tell Jayson that we went for hunting" he smirked and I reciprocated it.

What a brilliant lie. But another wave of curiosity hit me. Jayson's IQ.

"Do you think that Jayson will fall for it?" I questioned, curiously.

" Uhmm. Why don't we just pray that he falls for it" he shrugged and I nodded.

But me and you know that none of us knows how to pray.

I increased the acceleration of the car and in less than three minutes, we got home and walked inside.

Holy cow! 

Jayson was waiting patiently for us. He stared firmly at us and Harry was forced to yell out the lie.

"I actually got this from the hunting we went" pointing to his injured hand.

His gaze left Harry and landed on me and I was forced to gulp.

"I think I will need to take a quick shower. I'm too exhausted from the hunting"  I said, pointing at the staircase leading to my room.

Without waiting for his response, I immediately went to the staircase and climbed it up to my room. After some seconds, I snuck out of my room and came to eavesdrop on their discussion.

"Where did you guys go to, Harry?" Jayson's voice deepened.

"I just told you bro, we went for hunting." Harry said, holding his injured hand. 

"You know I'm not buying that, right? So tell me what happened." Jayson commanded and Harry was reluctant to answer. After seeing the death glare Jayson shot him, he repented from his lies. 

"Fine! I will tell you what happened, okay? I aided Shaun to deliver a parcel but we got busted by the cops." He slurred.

" You did what?!" Jayson yelled, pulling his hairs backward.

" Why will you do that without my permission, when you know how much my consent means to any deliveries." Jayson asked furiously.

" I know, bro. You're the Capo for fuck's sake! But he just wanted to help" Harry replied harshly which was unusual of him.

(Boss)

I bet Jayson realized the reason for the cursing which was as a result of the pain from his injured hand. This made him to pull out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Who're you calling?" Harry asked him.

"I'm calling Grayson to come over."  Jayson said.

Finally Jayson did the needful. He called Grayson, the family doctor and a member of his mafia.

"That's what you should have done earlier on." Harry said. 

"It's alright. But that doesn't cut for it. You will still have to answer my questions till Grayson gets here " Jayson said.

Now the real torment is about to begin.

" Why will he want to help? I mean, I've already assigned some of  my men that will be doing the deliveries this week " Jayson asked Harry.

" He knows that you always give a lot of discount so he wanted to make a higher profit for you. He still thinks that he owes you for what you did for him. " Harry replied.

This cute devil really knows me well.

" I will need to talk to him. He don't need to have that thinking anymore" Jayson said calmly.

But what did he mean by he will talk to me? That question was far lesser in comparison to the one Jayson asked Harry, which made me to almost disclose my presence.

"How many times have you guys done this?" Jayson asked.

" Five times but we..."

"Five time?!" He yelled, cutting Harry off.

" Yeah but we were only busted twice. Which were actually this week"  

" Busted or not, you  supposed to have cautioned him to follow the procedures. We always reinforce before any operation is launch and you know this well" Jayson reprimanded, holding his forehead.

" I know bro. I know. I'm sorry for my reckless action. It won't happen again, okay? " 

A savior came to Harry's rescue before Jayson could asked any further question and it was Grayson.

"The doctor is already here" at last, Jayson changed the topic.

Freedom to you, Harry.

"Stand up let me give you a piggyback to your room. " Jayson told Harry.

Like seriously? A piggyback?

A chuckle escaped from my lips and Harry didn't take the offer kindly. 

" Hey! Why will I need a piggyback? It's not like I haven't been shot by a gun before" Harry said. 

" Have it your way then"  Jayson said, as they were about to come upstairs which made me to quickly rush back into my room. After about twenty minutes inside, I walked out of my room and went to Harry's room. Grayson had already treated his hand and was coming out with Jayson.

"How's Harry?" I asked Jayson and Grayson.

"He's fine. It was a scratch. So he will be fine once he wakes up " Grayson said before leaving, and I nodded.

Just before he went out, Jayson called him back and gave him a hundred dollar bill.

"You don't really have to do this Capo" Grayson said, rejecting the money. 

(Boss)

"No. I need to do it. You always come whenever I call" Jayson smiled, patting Grayson's shoulder.

"Thank you Capo" Grayson said, after taking the money, before leaving.

(Boss)

Jayson looked at me and I gave him the blank expression as if I didn't hear of what he planned to do.

"I will have a word with you at dinner, Shaun" he said and I nodded.

You're actually going to bleed my ears out.

" Remember to come down for dinner" he reminded me like a child and I gave him the nod of a child.

Few steps for him to get to his room, someone called his phone which made me to slow my movement to do a little eavesdropping.

"Hello Jaime" he said to the caller.

Jaime? Why would his consigliere be calling this evening?

(Consigliere means Adviser in Italian)

That thoughts filled my mind and what Jayson said gave me a clue. 

"We got business to do in the mafia?" Jayson inquired. 

" Alright. We will talk about it tomorrow" Jayson said, ending the call.

I immediately zoomed into my room before Jayson would notice me.

We got business to do in the mafia? That phrase kept replaying in my head and it refreshed me each time I think of it. I can't wait for tomorrow to come. Or probably till dinner,  to hear on the briefing.