Replaying what had happened at that gaudy meeting, Oliver closed his eyes and continued. "The others don't think it was just a coincidence that Blake came back with bruises. Vincent was the one that spoke up on that regard. . . "
"What do you mean it could have been a set-up? Who the hell would dare challenge us?" Tyrann slammed his fist on the expensive glass table, ignoring the fact that his hand was pounding and a few shards of glass stuck stubbornly to his knuckles. His eyes were blood shot red whether it be from all the marijuana he smoked celebratorily or he was completely outraged. A mixture of both was Oliver's guess as she listened to what the other member's had to say. None of them however, had a more intellectual point of view than Vincent.
"Well, there are many others that are after our power and fame, couldn't it be obvious that they want to see our downfall?" Vincent moved from behind several others, taking long strides to appear before Tyrann, unthreatening and concerned. "Plus, I find it highly odd that one would simply target out Blake, out of the lot of us that were present. Wouldn't you daresay that's a little peculiar?" He propped the backside of his hand to keeping his head up as he glanced around the room of potential suspects.
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Tyrann looked a little confused, even a bit distraught that after all he's done for this group of men, women, and even some young teenagers, someone among them would try to stab him in the back like this. His head was swarming around too much to think coherently about the idea and yelled out in an irritated manner "Everyone get the fuck out!" Everyone included everyone of lower status, Vincent and Oliver remained however. After a long silence and hearing the final gang member leaving the room and closing the door, Vincent walked towards Tyrann and Oliver, who sat next to their leader this entire time.
"You've made many enemies in the past Tyrann, I suggest you carefully pinpoint who could be after you." He ran his fingers through his neck length auburn hair, turning his piercing black eyes at Oliver. He didn't feel the least threatened, especially in the attire he was in. "I also suggest you take great care of looking after your clan, Oliver." The German male's expression didn't falter, even when Vincent chose to be bold and stroke the underside of his chin "It would be ashame if one within the bunch turns out to be the rotten weasel, wouldn't it?" Smirking, he released his chin and dismissed himself. Vincent may have left, but that didn't stop Oliver's fuming and knuckles to turn white as she had to babysit the leader for the rest of the evening.
"Vincent suspects, but he also has no proof. He takes pride in all the bollocks he likes to talk up." Oliver sighed, looking between his men. "I have an idea to propose, but I'd rather hear what the rest of you have to say, given the information I have shared with you."