Not So Mighty After All

(JERICHO)

I get on the other side and Luca steps in to start the car. We leave the stroller in the parking lot and the tires squeal as we drive out of the park. It was a nice stroller, but it wasn't worth our lives. Strollers are a dime a dozen. Our priority now is to escape the cops and get the house back in one piece.

"Do you know who those guys were??' I address the back of Luca's head.

"Yeah." Luca nods. "I recognised one of them. The one Wesley shot; he is with the Sharks Clan."

"The Irish made a move? Why would they do that? I thought we had a truce." I scowl.

Wesley shifts uneasily beside me but says nothing. Every once in a while, he glances at the back window to make sure that we aren't being followed."

"Things have strained." Luca doesn't bother to explain.

"That fucker was aiming at me." I snap. "That felt personal."

"I hate this shit." Wesley shakes his head.