A/N: Mafia A/U

A/N Borrowing characters from "Teen Wolf" and "Killing eve"

He puts the gun on the table. Then nestled himself into the chair. He decided the chair would be replaced after this meeting. It felt like his arse was being grated. Before he even tried to get comfortable, the apologies come out. "I'm sorry sir"

"About?" Adam asks, glancing at the polished window that bared all, showing the back garden.

"About everything of course. I was sloppy. Blood everywhere. Almost killed the kid too" Chris mumbles.

Adam nodded, though that was new information.

"People never saw my face directly"

"Hmm..."

"So I'll take a time out yeah? Take a breather, then get back on the horse" Chris nods.

"Sure! Take some time out with the wife and kids. Come back when you, and only you feel ready" Adam agreed.

"Thanks, I knew you'd see it my way! It just takes a while to get back in the saddle. Plus, the target is dead. Like I said. So I'll be expecting full pay mate. I don't wanna sound pushy, but I did drive all this way. And the equipment that your dad gave me..."

"Chris" Adam blows his name out quietly, like cigarette smoke.

"What?" As soon as they meet each others eyes, Adam pulls the trigger. It's nearly Seven pm. It's gonna take him an hour to get home, and he's tired. Tried of picking the wrong men. Tired of picking assasins like hoodies from a Asos site. His dad is going to go mental. All Adam choices haven't worked out, and he knows that his sister is waiting on the other side of the door, just to rub it in his face.

He gets up, walked past poor Chris and opens the door. "Brett, David...do you mind clearing Chris up? Send flowers to the wife, give him an average send off. No, choirs, Tigers, or flying Doves and shit" Adam opens the door wider and his colleages slowly step in.

"Dear, dear, dear, another one bites the dust?" Sophia smiles, sippng a late at the reception area.

"It's bullshit! I'm getting the shittiest guys. The girls ain't much either" Adam quickly wipes the blood dots on his shirt.

"Why wipe? It'll stain idiot. Change quickly. You're missing Eric's Brie, Ohio ham, and cheese evening"

"Missing? It starts at eight, you know how dramatic Tromboner is. Always two hour late, even for his own stuff"

"Not tonight. Kenny checked your doorbell survelliance. Anwar came over with his S.O. They are the only two people who have bothered to show up"

"Shit, poor Eric!" He rubs his forehead, trying to think of what to text him.

"Dont' feel too bad for him Adam. He's always fancied Anwar. And this tall arse boyfriend, that Anwar brought with him is as fit a fuck. How does Eric feel about Threesomes?"

"Piss off Soph. I trust Tromboner. When you FINALLY get a bloke. You know, one that isn't married with six kids. You'll understand" Adam nods, patting for his keys.

He decides to get a shower, rather than a bath, but his assigned shower doesn't work. "Shit! Fuck this piece of shit!" Adam complains into the shower head. He hears footsteps as he starts running a cold bath instead.

"Ad, you know the bath water's shit!" Kenny said with Sophia behind him.

"Yeah...but Tromboner...I need to get moving"

"Use my assigned shower" Sophia shrugs.

"Really? After that Toblerone incident?"

"Yeah. Me and Kenny are going out anyway. Keep your hands away from the sweet stuff. You chocolate truffle perv. Come on Ken, let's go" She waves at him. Adam gives her the okay sign as he collects his stuff and goes to her room.