Underestimated

Chapter 8

The next few days were all the same. I went to school, came home, worked on my guns, ran, ate, and then went to bed.

Today is now Saturday and I’m able to really start getting back to my regular work outs. The Robinson boys are here, my dad, and my brothers. They’re all watching me run and go through some of my new guns.

I’m coming to terms with what is all going on. I never wanted to leave the mafia, but I didn’t want to lead it either. Compared to my brothers I see why my father made his decisions, and why my brothers aren’t even the slightest bit mad about it.

It takes more than just muscle to do this job. My father made many mistakes that I wouldn’t have made. My eyes see things differently than most in my family. People read a person based on their emotions and facial expressions, I read a person based on how they speak and what words they use.

When someone is telling the truth they’ll just say it and won’t really use big words to explain what they’re trying to say. Lying cause people to use bigger words with more complex definitions. A vibe is also a way to read somebody when everything else fails.

“Hannah, can you come here for a second” my uncle called as I was making my way downstairs.

“Yeah, I’m coming” I replied. Something felt off, there was a new person in the house, and the vibe I was getting wasn’t right, but it wasn’t wrong. I walked to the entrance of the living room and saw 6 men sitting there.

“This is the Davis clan. They are a newer clan only been around for about 2 generations, but I think we should work with them on our next drop off” my dad said introducing the guest in the room.

I recognized David right off the bat. That’s why he wanted to know so much about me. A black sheep in the flock. Guess I do have to be on alert around him and his friends.

“How would I benefit from working with you” I asked the older looking version of David.

“Ethan, and my men could watch the front and provide extra support if anything were to go wrong” he said with a smug smile.

“We control 90% of the docks down here and why not help a powerful mafia” a man with blue eyes said after that.

“I’ll let you help on the next drop and from there we’ll see about doing business, I’ll be in contact and you’re free to go” I said walking fully into the living room and towards the door.

“How will you get in contact with us” Ethan said trying to prolong the conversation and get more visual on the house. Black sheep are stupid, they don’t realize they stick out like a sore thumb.

“I have my ways and tell your men to get off the ruff in the next 10 seconds or they’ll be blown to smithereens” I said opening the door for them.

Once they were all out, I walked over to the couch and dug between each couch cushion and picked up the listening devices and trackers put in between them.

“Idiots” I mumbles. The Davis clan is like an extension of the McKinley clan. I’m not stupid and they definitely don’t own 90% of the docks. Maybe 90% of the 5% that’s left from what we own, but definitely not a full 90%.

“Make sure the shipment is ready, don’t kill just watch” I instructed to my brothers making my way back upstairs to go work on somethings in my room.

Unlike my father I didn’t work out in the open with everyone or in the office where everyone has access. I work in my room that has a retinal scanner and fingerprint entry lock and then I have a mini office that has a code and body scan entry. I keep private matters private until they need to be dealt with in public.

“Hannah you have a meeting with the boys in 15 minutes” my father yelled from outside my door.

“Ok I’ll be down in a bit” I yelled back. My door isn’t also completely engage with the locking system, but when I’m working it is.

The Robinson clan is one that is going to take some time to get used to, but I’ll find a way to make it work.