Frankie shouted after him. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Davie.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied over his shoulder. “You gave me a gun. If I’m in danger I’ll take a leaf out of your book and start killing people.”
“Where are you going to go?”
Davie thought about it. Then said: “Home.”
Frankie followed after him, footsteps keeping time with his own. “That’s the first place Andrew will look for us.”
Davie turned back around and shrugged. “Then I’ll have to deal with the consequences. It’s not as though we didn’t cause trouble at his house, is it? We deserve whatever we get.”
“Why the hell you care so much about this guy?”
“Because if I didn’t care then I would be just the same as you, and I never want that. Never.” Davie could tell he had hurt Frankie with his words, the silence told him so, but he didn’t care.
“Do what the fuck you want!” said Frankie. “But if I go down I’m taking you with me – and you wouldn’t last ten minutes inside.”
Davie laughed. “I think that’s actually something to be proud of. I’m glad I’m not cut out for prison – means I’m still a human being and not an animal.”
For the first time in his life Davie turned his back on his big brother and walked away.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Andrew had no clue what he planned on doing, but he had lost none of his motivation that he would do something. For all he knew, he could be walking towards a house full of druggies carrying knives even nastier than the one he currently had hidden on his person.
The house in front of him was large, posh even, and certainly not what Andrew had been expecting.
I guess crime really does pay.
Before Andrew even had chance to complete his walk along the path, the front door opened and a topless young man stood in the opening.
“The hell are you?”
Andrew stopped on the path. “I’m looking for Frankie.”
“Join the club.”
Andrew didn’t understand. “Do you know where I can find him?”
The young man, who Andrew surmised must be Damien, stepped out onto the pavement to meet him. “You’re the guy that has a beef with him, ain’t ya?”
Andrew raised his arm slightly, ready to grab the knife stuffed into his waist band at the slightest hint of a threat. “I guess you could say that?”
Damien grinned. “Well, I hope you fuck him up, mate! He has it coming big-style.”
Andrew felt his brow wrinkle. “Huh?”
“Frankie jacked some of my shit earlier. He ain’t a friend of mine no more.”
Andrew attempted a nervous smile. It seemed appropriate in that moment to show friendliness. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. “T-that’s…good to hear. So do you know where I can find him?”
Damien shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t, mate. If I knew, I would tell you. What he done to your family is screwed up. How are they?”
“My wife is dead.” Andrew would allow no emotion into his voice as he spoke. He could not afford to be weak right now.
Damien was shaking his head and seemed genuinely angry. “Guy has a goddamn screw loose!”
Andrew sensed an opportunity to get answers. The young man in front of him was genuinely on his side. “Is that why he did this to me? Because he’s crazy?”
“Dunno. Maybe. Knowing Frankie, it could just be because he don’t like your face…” Damien’s words trailed off for a minute and a realisation seemed to dawn on his face. “You know…now that I’m looking at you…”
“What?” Andrew asked. “Do I look like someone?”
Damien huffed and shook his head. “Damn, no wonder the guy hates you.”
Andrew sensed that Damien was about to say more, but then someone appeared in the doorway behind him. Anger welled up inside of him at the sight of her. His eyes narrowed. “Michelle…”