Chapter 39: The Angels

Renfri walked out of the pub satisfied that she got herself a nice deal. From now on Ivan will give them a monthly cut of his earnings in exchange for protection.

But who are them?

"Ughhh…"

Renfri's mood slightly worsened after hearing the painful grunts. She turned to look to her right and laying on the dirty street was the man from The Cutters. He was badly beaten up to the point he probably had more bones broken than left intact. He looked like he was about to die any second especially since he started choking on his own blood.

Her focus however quickly changed to the two men standing a bit further next to a carriage. Their fists were bloodied and when they noticed her gaze they nodded and smiled as if proud of a job well done.

Their names were Mickey and Ricky. Recently they started to function as her right and left hand respectively but Renfri liked to think of them more as a pair of bricks she could throw at people. This comparison felt more accurate when taken into account the fact that they were a pair of twins and in terms of intelligence they did seem like a pair of bricks.

"Why don't the two of you drive that fella to The Red Rose? The Cutters treat that place as their base, no?"

The Red Rose was a name of a brothel which was directly owned by the leader of The Cutters.

"Can we do the thing?" "Can we do the thing?"

In unison they asked the same question which left Renfri unimpressed to say the least.

"Yes… you both can do the thing"

Renfri handed them a small round object and without saying anything else left to go back to the Foundation.

***

Amon was standing over a table with a map of the city laid out. On it many locations were marked, streets painted in different colours and different notes describing things more specifically. He basically turned the tourist map that can be bought on the market to a makeshift war map.

"How did it go?"

His attention however changed to Renfri that just got back from running her small errand.

"As you predicted. You were right to wait a week to make him feel desperate. He easily agreed to our deal after a simple show of strength"

Renfri was of course talking about Ivan and as it turns out it was no accident that she decided to have a drink at his pub. They knew about his situation from the beginning and decided to turn it into profit for them.

"Although I am still not sure if it's the right call to go after The Cutters. We only have a dozen or so men while they have like a hundred"

What she did today would of course cause a lot of blood to be shed. This was of course the intended outcome but she felt like the odds were not in their favour even though Amon constantly reassured her this was the best course of action.

"Everone is still liking their wounds after the investigation, if not now then never I am afraid but don't worry though…"

Amon smiled in his playful trademarked way.

"Tell me what's six times twelve minus a hundred?"

The question shocked Renfri and not because she did not know how to multiply or deduct but because of what the question implied.

"You got a hold of a dealer?"

"Yep. I already set up a meeting for tomorrow in the Port district. If all goes well The Cutters will be bringing knives to a gunfight. I honestly don't understand why they are so keen on just using knives but I suppose that's one of the reasons the are one of the weaker gangs"

"Maybe it's like a brand thing? The call themselves The Cutters after all"

"I guess… Bless them for their stupidity"

***

At the Red Rose many members of The Cutters as well as other guests were partaking in actions that will not be described in detail. Among them was their leader that goes by the name Razor.

"Ah f*ck it broke"

This is how he commented on the fact that he accidentally broke the neck of a prostitute while having his way with her. With a disappointed expression he got dressed and left the private room he was in.

"Oi! Skinny!"

He shouted on the top of his lungs for his right hand. Soon the man named Skinny came running.

"What the matter, boss?"

"The b*tch went dark. Go fetch me another and clean that mess up will ya?"

"Ay boss it's the third one this month and the girls are getting too scared to serve ya even with a knife to their neck…"

"Just threaten their families or sumthin and get me a girl"

Skinny was about to agree but sudden screams stopped him from doing so. Both of them looked at each other in confusion and decided to check out what was going on.

They went outside of the brothel where a small crowd had already gathered. They were surrounding a corpse of a tattooed man that had his finger pointed straight at the brothel and coincidentally Razor as well. On top of his finger there was a noble vin coin that had on both of its sides the letter 'A' roughly carved.

"The Angels…"

Razor muttered a name and soon his expression turned to a look of pure fury. It seems like the new runner ups wanna go at him.

A war between gangs was about to erupt and oh boy there will be blood.